Unable to do anything, the boy struggled as the other brought the knife closer, slowly cutting lines into his pale skin again and again. It hurt, god it did, but he could handle it...until the other started cutting off parts of his skin. Was the other really--?! Again and again, the pain began to block out his thoughts When would it end? His skin felt raw...peeled back and inflamed. It seemed an eternity before the knife was finally brought down against on his throat, slashing through the pale skin. And Omagi was no more.

A small bit of white left crumbled on the floor was all that remained to identify the killer.