Pierre returned from school and fell back on his bed.
"Sigh… I'm tired."
He turned his head to the side to look at the other company in his room. The Weeping Ghost stood at the bedside and watched him silently.
"So I'm the only one who can see you," he muttered, recalling the events of the day. He had told her to stand together with him on the train ride back home, and no one noticed.
And also, she could disappear from his sight too at command, but he can still see her in mirrors.
"Grab me that."
Immediately, Hanabira Reina's straw-like black hair shot towards the shelf, latched onto something, and brought it to him.
Pierre took the award she held upright before him and watched her stretchy hair return to its original length that went down to her knees.
"Good."
He threw it to her. "Destroy."
Crack!
With a silent swoosh, her violent hair grabbed the award and broke it in half.
"Phew."
