She stepped lightly by me, ever so gently touching my cheek. "Miss.."
"I told you to call me Chi, Takeshi."
I stumbled and tripped over words. "O-of course! Sorry."
She smiled the sun. Her pale skin was brightened by the moonlight easing in through the window. I fingered her flawless white locks. Her blue, almost grey, eyes stared deeply into my mine, almost reading my thoughts.
"Hmm...you're so beautiful..." I commented.
She smiled and uttered a single and final word, "die." She shoved a sleek silver knife through my chest. She ripped it through my chest and wiped my blood in her white hair and along her white dress and pale white skin. After all, "chi" means "blood".
