The room fell into complete silence, leaving only the bunny girl standing in its center, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. Her once snow-white hair, as beautiful as freshly fallen snow, was now stained crimson with blood. Her clothes, her face, everything marked by the carnage.
Atlas stood before her, his gaze heavy as he watched her. Mira's eyes had returned to their normal color, yet she stood motionless, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to catch her breath.
For a moment, she didn't move, just stood there in the stillness. Slowly, the girl turned to look around at the gruesome scene surrounding her.
Her expression was flat, neither shock nor panic crossed her face. Even though she had returned to her normal state, there was no indication of remorse or fear in her gaze.
Does that mean she was conscious of what she did?
Atlas wondered, his thoughts churning.
