ACT I: ConfessionINT. KAMIKAWA CHURCH – ALTAR CHAMBER – 12:00 AM
All four figures stand.
Rain hisses against shattered stained glass.
The only light: fire and reflection.
Kairi, arms extended, blood dripping down her forearms like ink
Huáilán, face painted in red lines, eyes burning like candles
Souta, badge trembling in her hand
Ryouma, gun aimed directly at his own mother
Souta:
"You don't even know us anymore."
Kairi: (softly)
"I knew you before you had names. I gave you names."
Huáilán: (stepping forward)
"And then you buried those names in other people's graves."
The tension thickens. The dead girl at Kairi's feet slowly bleeds across the altar stone, the red making its way like a sacrificial river.
Kairi kneels, smearing the blood into symbols on the floor.
"Forgive me, child," she mutters. "I need to become what they need me to be."
Souta snaps. She rushes Kairi—but Huáilán intercepts her, slamming her against a column. The impact splits Souta's lip wide open—blood pouring from her mouth as she glares up at Huáilán.
Ryouma screams:
"Don't touch her!"
ACT II: MartyrdomINT. CHURCH — CONTINUOUS
Ryouma fires—
The bullet grazes Kairi's shoulder, splitting skin, exposing raw muscle and bone.
Kairi does not scream.
She breathes in the blood, rubs it on her lips like lipstick.
"I birthed you.
I bled for you.
Let me finish the sermon."
Huáilán throws Souta toward the altar. She lands hard, ribs cracking against a broken pew. Her hands skid through blood. She looks up and sees—
Katarina's rosary, shattered and buried beneath the corpse.
She reaches for it, her own blood mixing with the dried remains of the girl's.
Meanwhile, Huáilán draws a knife—long, black-handled, her old military tag wrapped around its base.
She walks toward Kairi.
Every step, a statement.
Huáilán:
"You broke me.
But I kept your lessons.
Now let me show you how sharp they are."
They clash—
Blade versus instinct.
Kairi catches the knife with her bare hands, cutting deep into her palms. Blood sprays across the wall, hitting the stained glass of the Virgin Mary.
It looks like she's weeping red.
Ryouma rushes in—tackles Kairi from behind, breaking her nose against the altar. Blood gushes, her screams distorted by the angle of her jaw.
Kairi bites him.
Her teeth sink deep into his shoulder. He screams as she pulls away with a mouthful of flesh, spitting it onto the corpse of the girl beside them.
Souta, crawling and coughing blood, begins to recite:
"In the year of silence,
In the house of wolves,
The child remembers mercy."
She's not reading scripture.
She's reciting a dream she used to have as a child—about her mother coming back.
And now she knows: it was always a lie.
ACT III: CommunionINT. CHURCH – 12:27 AM
Everyone is wounded.
Kairi: nose broken, shoulder grazed, palms split, face smeared in blood
Huáilán: knife still in hand, slashes across her chest and left cheek
Ryouma: bite wound gaping, his coat soaked crimson
Souta: lip split, ribs cracked, coughing blood with every breath
All four freeze in a circle of blood, breathing hard.
The church is silent, but the wind outside howls like an animal.
Kairi collapses to her knees.
She begins to cry.
Not just sobbing—howling. Animal. Raw.
Her hands tremble.
"I didn't want to lose you."
Huáilán walks to her slowly.
She kneels. Raises her knife.
Ryouma cocks the revolver again.
Souta finally speaks:
"You kill her…
And you become her."
Huáilán hesitates.
For the first time since she was a child.
Then—
All of them look at the church door.
It's open.
Rain pouring in.
A figure stands there—
Masked.
Unidentified.
Drenched in blood.
Not Huáilán. Not Kairi. Someone else.
We only see a hand covered in human ash.
And a voice that whispers—
"Time's up."