Chapter 43 Regret Won't Save You

A curious crowd trailed at a safe distance, observing the two figures ahead.
Drenched in black ink, one looked like she'd crawled out of a tar pit, the pungent smell forcing everyone to remain distant. The other was sticky and disheveled, with hair and clothes soaked in yellow juice. Although he looked amusing, he wasn't quite as pathetic as his ink-stained companion.
The group entered the wooded hills, reaching Bloomington School's biggest artificial lake. The sunlight made the lake sparkle, and colorful lotus flowers gently floated on its surface.