The girl in red smirks, a finger tapping on her chin. RED: True. But it wouldn't be the same as hearing you tell it, [REDACTED] BLUE: ...Ha. If you insist, my dear [REDACTED] A flash-forward. The girl in red lies dead on the floor, a large slash going across her body from shoulder to hip- a scribble of red ink spills out like blood. BLUE: Here we go, then. Once upon a time- The girl in blue stands above her, sword in hand, a pointed star shining in her left eye. BLUE: There was a knight who killed a shooting star.