The night sky at the Arjuna Elite Elite School was like two. Half dim, half bleed. Lightning does not sound, but his light tore the dark sky many times, as if the sky itself was crying. The main building of the school stood magnificently as usual, but that night, something was different. Something that will haunt the place for years.
Inside the main hall, a piano stands lonely in the middle of the stage. Her vagina has not been able to thicken. But that night, it was touched again. The fine fingers of a girl touched her slow down, producing melodies that only a few people still remembered. Which is the secret song, the last song.
Nayla Estelle.
That name, tonight, will be a legend. And the story will never end here.
She wears a white dress, her black hair is broken like a night shadow. Under the glass hanging lamp, he looks like a spirit trapped between the two worlds who are too lived to die, too much to survive.
Each step echoed. Every note he has to pierce the soul.
However, no one knows that tonight ... will be the last night of Nayla Estelle living in this world.
"If I go tonight, will anyone miss me?" Nayla's voice was slow, only to the wind.
He stood in the middle of the stage, staring at the empty benches that had seen his laughter, his success, and his secret. There he also kept a wound he never showed. A school princess is all proud ... but no one really knows her.
The heavy step in the back made Nayla turn. Another girl stood on the verge of the hall, her face drowned in the shadow.
"Why are you here?" About Nayla, her voice is not angry. Just tired.
"I should ask," replied the voice, sharp and bitter. "You should know, you shouldn't live longer than all of us."
Nayla just smiled a little, as she already knew the end of her story.
"I just want to finish what I started. But it seems, the world doesn't allow me."
The next moment happens too fast.
Scream. The sound of a broken glass. Blood dripping on the piano key.
And then… silent.
That night, Nayla Estelle's body was found lifeless in the middle of the main hall, her fingers were still on the piano, with the last note still echoing in a quiet room.
The school closed the case as an accident. The students were ordered to be silent. His family brought his body back in silence. No official ceremony. No warnings. As if Nayla never existed.
However, for some people ... Nayla Estelle has never really left.
Seven years later…
Another girl stepped into the black fence of Seri Arjuna's school. Her hair was neatly braided. His face is not known to anyone. But as he walked through the hallway near the hall ... the crows on the roof flying. The wind blows cold. And the piano in the center of the hall, which has not been touched for seven years, removes a single tone. As if he knew ...
She's back.