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"Who are you really?" A voice whispers. "Who am I?" the girl asks herself. A bloodstained tear runs across her cheek as she regrettably runs across her memories. "My name is Kanon," she tells no one, "My life was hell on Earth, tortured among the living, not belonging." A breeze runs across Kanon's long hair as the voices comes back, "Kanon, my darling, what brings you here to call out to me?what is your wish?" Kanon's red eyes looks out into the pink-blue setting sky as she replies, "My wish? To be dead, and to never be raised again among the living, for the burden of life is too strong for a wimp like me." A laugh that sounded like a tinkli