Synopsis?

Maybe it was hypocrisy after all.
But she didn't know. Stelon had no clue what was going inside Miraye's mind, her soul right now. In reality, we tend to call people who act different from what we know of the truth as 'split personalities'. Usually masked by what they want others to see, or maybe even something more. For Miraye, we know that she's a nice person but can act cold and vain by the next minute. Miraye doesn't suffer from this syndrome; this is something even deeper into her psyche that no one will ever understand, even until her moment of death.

Miraye turned her head and saw Stelon's body lying in blood.
"Useless," she muttered. A few heavy steps approached the girl in the white gown and he stared at the red liquid of the floor.
"Good God, look at you. You know, if you lived where I came from, they'd probably blame this on violent video games," Matthias told Miraye. She looked at him and raised her right eyebrow.
"Uh... Nevermind.." he muttered knowing that it was stupid to explain.
She looked back to Larkin, a serious expression written on her face. "We can't just stand here all night and watch me kill everyone one by one. That'd be boring. So, I suggest you make a move. After all," she smiled, "-age before beauty!"