"Ugh…" Hiyori moaned, holding her own head, recollecting herself from the dizziness that was still throwing her senses around like a fishing boat caught in a storm. In the end, she could not hold back, leaning forward right above the toilet and vomiting into it. "What… the… hell?" she gasped for air, wiping her mouth, watching her tiny fingers at the end of her arms. She was prompting herself up on the small, mosaic-like tiles of the toilet booth she was in right now, dizzy, sick... unwell. Looking down, she was wearing her old school uniform, and she was clearly back in school, evident from the warning bell's chime coming in from the corridor outside.

She was confused. She felt like her head was messed up beyond belief, unable to make sense of what was happening to her. She was up on the roof with Everlong, and then she… blacked out... Wait… No… That was just a dream. She was coming to school, and before the first hour, she came in to…

"Make myself vomit out my breakfast?"

She asked, unsure of it. Raising her right hand, she saw the saliva on her fingers, remembering that she had pushed it down her own throat just a moment ago, making loud, gurgling sounds echoing in the lone stall of hers.

"What the fuck?!"

She gasped for air, taking quick breaths one after another as she felt her heart racing in her throat. Standing up, she finally stumbled out of the stall, going towards the sink, holding onto its edges, and looking into the mirror above it as she received another shock.

"No!" she choked, with a panicked shout following it, as it was not her own image that looked back at her. It was the same face that was in the picture of Fukui Yukari... Her tormentor. "No, no, no… this is a joke!" She touched her own face, pulling on it, watching 'herself' with disbelief.

Looking under her shirt, the body that greeted her was greatly reminiscent of the one she still remembered seeing before dressing up in her new outfit, going to school with Everlong…

"Wait!" With another yelp, she stopped and had to force herself to concentrate, thinking about it strongly. "I was coming to school. Yes. To… to… yes, to do a ritual! I am not Yukari… no, I am Hiyori. I came with Detective Everlong to solve my own case!" she repeated it like a mantra, doing it again and again, finally regaining some clarity.

Still, after looking under her shirt again, it took some time for her to realize that what she saw there was a body that was different enough to her own to be able to recognize she wasn't Yukari. No matter how clear it became, she still felt immensely sick just by only looking at it.

"What is going on?!" She moaned as she grabbed onto her own hair, pulled on it, and got really worried. She saw the foreign girl moving and grimacing the same way she used to back in the old days... It was like she was mocking her in the mirror's other side. Even worse, as she was thinking about it more, her memories of her life and pieces of Yukari's memories started to flash through her head, getting a strong headache and feeling like she was tossed into a whirlpool. It was getting harder to tell who was who... It was as if two entities were now fighting for control.

Staggering backward, she stumbled into her own brown bag, left next to the sink, kicking it up as her textbooks fell out while she landed on her butt. Ignoring the ringing bell outside, she just looked at the spilled-out books for long, silent minutes, watching the writings on them. Her eyes slowly started to refocus, and she remembered Everlong's words he told her.

"Yes... This is not real…" Hiyori murmured, grasping onto her true memories and her own self, recognizing herself as Hiyori and not as Yukari.

Reaching out, holding up one of 'her' notebooks, she gulped, wanting to see what was in them. What her demon was like in the past. Slowly, she opened it and started to read it carefully, word by word. Soon, she formed a smile on her face, standing back up with the notebook still in her hands. As her eyes slowly wandered towards the mirror again, the face that looked back to her was now not Yukari's but her own.

"This has to be a dream. One of this bitch's memories." Hiyori muttered after she let out a long sigh.

Turning the sink on, she spent a long minute splashing cold water onto her face and rinsing out the nasty taste of vomit from her mouth. After calming down and looking at the scrunched-up notebook that had no readable words in it at all, she finally became confident enough in her conjunction. Everything was messy, mirrored randomly, or simply unreadable doodles, so it could only mean this was not reality. Just as Everlong told her.

"Time travel…" she murmured to herself, focusing on her freshest memories. "Damn… you were right. We really time-traveled. In a way!" she chuckled, biting onto her thumb, nibbling on her nail. "I'm surely in that bitch's memory. No other explanation makes sense. Hmf, were you a bulimic kid? Tough luck, fucker!"

She smirked, and just as she 'asked,' memories came to her mind automatically. She suddenly felt like, yes, this was normal; if she wanted to look good, she had to stop gaining weight. The easiest way to achieve it was to empty her stomach after a meal.

"What weight?" Hiyori snapped at herself loudly, feeling up her own body, which was thin and bony. "You are flat as a washboard! Damn you, is it because of you that I grew zero tits at all?! That is why my bottom is so sharp that I would pop any guy's boner immediately if I sat in their lap?! You wanted to curse me to look like you? Fuck off. Damn you, back to hell! You ruined my body, too, because of your sick mind?! Just try to tell me it is not because of you that I did not grow anything at all!"

Hiyori couldn't help but rage on, accusing herself in the bathroom mirror, pointing at her own reflection that sometimes 'flashed,' turning into Yukari's, then back to her own, overlapping, portraying how similar their figures were in reality. She had to take multiple deep breaths before she finally calmed down once again, watching her reflection before going through her bag, getting out a rubber band, and tying her hair into a ponytail in the same fashion she wore it 'outside.' 

"If Everlong is also in here, somewhere, he has to recognize me somehow..." she said out loud to reinforce her determination while fixing her clothing. "Should I go about my day as Yukari?" she murmured, undecided. "I think I get what I am supposed to do… We need to know what led you to suicide, get your story into the light so we can exterminate you, eh? I'm pretty sure about it... Learn your origin so we can send you back to it." She clapped her own cheeks, feeling energized. "Hah, look at me! Now, I am the one who haunts you; how does it feel? Eh?!" she smirked as she leaned closer to the mirror. "Bitch…" she whispered just before she saw her own image change into that of Yukari's.

Only, in that flash, inside the mirror, the bathroom was dark and dilapidated. Her clothing was messy and torn, and her body was filled with deep cuts, gushing out blood. Slowly, the image of Yukari pointed at Hiyori, and then she just drew across her neck, letting blood gush out, filling the sink before her.

"Yeah?" Hiyori snarled while she held onto the sink with an even stronger force, not tearing her eyes away or recoiling from what she was seeing. "I know what you are... A sad little whore. You won't scare me with this fake shit! What, have you seen too many horror movies? Ooo, blood, darkness, so scary! I'll get you, girl. I'll get you and drag you out! And you know what?" she laughed, almost sounding like crying. "I'll cut you up just like that!"

Then, with another gush of anger, she spat at the mirror itself, making it turn back to normal. Yet the feeling of deep rage that was buried inside of her did not subside at all, and she continued hurling curses at the mirror for minutes. It was simply erupting onto the surface at that moment, especially because she now knew that reflection on the other side of the mirror… It was the one who killed her parents and ruined her life.