In a psychiatric hospital huddled in the corner of a padded cell, Suisei, occasionally twitching and mumbling, never let her gaze shift from the locked door of her cell. They’d kept her in a normal room at first, before she’d turned all she could into weapons and threatened the worried staff who tried to help. Anyone who walked into her room was met with a manic glare that never let go. To break that eye contact would send her into a frenzy that threatened all who were near.

        When the police found her she had been a gibbering mess, her rambling dismissed as the nonsensical creation of an extremely aggrieved individual. The disheveled girl was almost catatonic and would answer no question no matter how hard they worked for her attention. No one knew for sure what had happened to her or what led to the events that took place around her. Only Suisei held this accursed knowledge, wishing every day for blissful ignorance. But all she could do was wait. Wait in her padded cell for the horror of heliotrope eyes which would surely appear once more.

        The first time she’d seen her tormentor was during a visit to a library near her house. She’d gone there to study Japanese as it was her boyfriend's native language and she figured it would make for a nice surprise. The library was nothing special; it was a one floor affair with no more, nor less, books than needed. The walls were filled with bookshelves while the space in between was lined with tables and couches giving it a roomy feel despite the small size. Light poured in through slitted windows that lined the walls and lights hung from the ceiling to provide sight when the sun no longer could. It was a fairly popular library; rarely seen without its precious occupants.

        Suisei had become a frequent visitor during her language learning stint. One could always find her sitting near the back of the library; far from any of the other visitors. Here she would spend, at most, two hours each day reading various books and jotting down notes for later revision. It was during one of these routine moments when that girl found her. She’d appeared in the seat facing Suisei, who only noticed when the girl made her presence known, and engaged her in some casual conversation with no hint of malice or ulterior designs. Altogether the conversation had been wholly unimportant. Only introducing the two girls and taking Suisei’s time away from studying. She would later mention meeting someone at the library to her boyfriend, but that would only be a footnote in their memories of that day.

Their meetings would become more commonplace and they would come to learn more of each other. The girl’s name was Ina: an artist who found work from commissions instead of selling her original works of art, of which she had many but feared any who beheld them would fail to understand their true meaning. Suisei’s interest was piqued but Ina declined to bring any of her works, at least not any time soon. Revealing herself as an idol of excellent renown seemed to interest Ina greatly. Her eyes shone as she examined Suisei in this new light although she never asked for autographs and showed no interest in hearing her music. As they parted that day Ina announced that she might present Suisei with one of her works soon and that she only hoped Suisei would be able to appreciate the beauty of her creations.

For a while after, Ina had failed to make her appearance at the library. If only it had remained so. If she had never shown herself and that ghastly thing she called art, then Suisei’s happiness would have been guaranteed. Her life would’ve moved on. Her idol career and her boyfriend promised a bright future. But Suisei had once more gone to that nameless library on the hill near her home, where the girl, whose purple eyes shone with some unrecognizable emotion, awaited her appearance. She’d arrived excited to see her friend once more, but was only met with a terrible fate.

Lying in front of Ina was a square shape hidden within a dark, blue bag. She had her arms thrown over it, clutching at the soft fabric, a look of perverse glee on her face. Suisei sat in front of her; anxious to finally learn the cause of Ina’s worries. With no reason to delay any further, Ina uncovered her canvas and reveled in the horror that washed over Suisei. Never before had she seen so horrible a sight as the things given form in Ina’s art. They conjured revolting nightmares and gruesome visions, leaving her petrified as a shrill scream tore out of her body. The shapes held within Ina’s infernal canvas shifted and undulated; forming foul shapes within their painted prison. Suisei could bear no more in her stunned suffering and leapt to her feet, throwing her chair into the soft carpet below. Every display of fear only seemed to encourage Ina further; her eyes sharpened as a smile cut through her face.

        Suisei scrambled towards the exit cursing herself for ever talking to such a crazed woman and for believing there to be anything to admire in that horror she called art. At the library's entrance she found the doors unmoving, as if they were mere paintings on the wall. Panicked, she turned expecting Ina to be in pursuit, but the girl had remained at her table; only her eyes had followed her maddened escape. Eerie shadows were cast as strange shapes moved about the windows reducing the library into a gloomy twilight.

Suisei’s eyes tore through the room searching for any means of escape. Scattered around the room were various people oblivious to the horrors unveiled within. She ran to a man standing near her who had a box of supplies for some mundane project. She clutched his shoulder and shook him as she begged for help but the man continued his silent work. Desperate, she pulled him back trying to make him listen but he turned his face, unwilling to meet her stare. With a cry of anguish, Suisei grabbed his head and forced him to look at her.

Fractured eyes found hers; deep purple and horrible to behold. Tears streamed down the man’s face as his features pulled back into a feral snarl. His hands shot out, seizing her neck and crushing the air out of her. Even as she scratched his hand and grabbed at his face the man never let go. A horrible pain spread through her neck as pressure built up in her head. Her frantic eyes found a box cutter on the table as darkness slowly enveloped her vision. Suisei, half blind and coughing, hit the ground as blood gushed over her.

Everyone in that library had been corrupted by whatever evil had been unleashed through Ina’s art. Suisei had been left doused with their repugnant gore, barely able to stand, when she noticed the sun shone undisturbed and that Ina had finally disappeared.

She didn’t remember getting home nor how her boyfriend reacted to her gruesome presence. All she remembered was the purple eyes that greeted her and the fresh blood that spilled over her. Her mind had shattered, at least for a moment, unable to process the grisly events that took place that day. There had been moments where doubt had thrown her mind into disarray. Not knowing whether what she claimed really happened or if it had all been some grotesque thing hatched by her mind. But the memories were too terrible to have been something just imagined and she knew that the moment would come where she would feel her mind shatter once more.

The heavy door before her slid open and she knew there was no fault in her memory. A sick strangled laugh bubbled out of her. The girl whose purple eyes glittered with madness wasn’t finished with her yet.