Work Text:
Two twins waltz down the empty road when the stoplight randomly froze and a car came by.
Windows destroyed, limbs deployed, tears shed and the streets were painted a bloody red.
A traffic cone lies on its side.
Curse words were shouted as the wind insisted and hissed that the scene of the crash was nothing but a thing of the past.
Madotsuki could only gaze in a dreamy haze with umbrella in hand as her dreams and the hail told the tale.
The tale of the car accident and the broken stoplight.