Half of her face was on fire.

That was all Piyumi could think about, all that she could feel. Not the shards of glass slicing her skin to tatters. Not the wind whipping around her as she plummeted to the ground. Not even the fact that her hand was drenched with something viscous and hot and red-

Tears sprung freely from the only good eye Piyumi had left.

How had she ended up here?