It was winter.

I was walking through thick, clear white snow. It was chilly, of course. I knew about Kalla Potter.

She was a nice girl. Never talked back. Made peoples' hearts skip a beat. She always brightened up their days like mariposas and rainbows filling the clear blue sky.

But of course--Then came the death of Kalla. People felt...lost. Depressed. Not their true self without her.

All thanks to Zak. That sniveling little director. Sending out all his assassins on missions that don't even make any sense.

Kalla's death was a complete joke. When I heard the news, I thought it was a joke. But apparently not. Killing such a kind girl? I mean, seriously.

Now the sky has been blocked por dark clouds. The mariposas are dead. Everything was quiet.

Estelle had something to do with this. But apparently, she was surprisingly 'innocent'.

Nobody even cared anymore when Kalla departed from the world. They just either left o killed themselves.

But I believe that she'll always be kind above the skies.

So, the death of Kalla came.

Things were different.

Nothing really matters, anyway...