'I always loved the rain... Such a simple step in a complicated system. Alas it always seems to make me sad, but now the rain is all I have. My feeble body lays against a clock that no longer ticks... With no clothes to shelter me from cold harsh winds... People stop and stare never ask why I was put here, but I'll tell you my tell since you stopped by...
You see when I was 5 my mother wanted me to be a ballerina, I hated the idea. She had me practice from the time I got home from school all the way til dinner time. It didn't matter if it was raining or the sun was shining.
I practiced. When I turned 20 I held the lead roll in a school dedicated to ballerinas (Though to could still learn normal things there, like how to read). Women hated me, men loved me... I hated me, other ballerinas despised me.
Ballerinas were loved. No one knows why or how it became so loved, but men say we are goddesses who grace them with our scarce dance.
I was a girl with a dream to do something more... Or anything other then dance...
Now, I'm sure your wondering what this information has to do with me being on a clock... Well, you see...
I killed 325 people in a town populated with 1,000 people. Most of the people that I killed were men who would attack me after shows. So what I did was self-defense.
Ah, I see you don't believe me. That's okay, but ask the next woman you see ask her why I'm on this clock she'll tell you... Oh, your leaving... I see well, Bye~'

Those were Luna luz's last words before a sickness swept over her body. I was the girl that met her, the girl she told her story to before she died.
I used to watch her perform when I was a kid. Everyday in school I'd sneak off to see her dance. My mother said when I turned 5 I'd practice just like her, and one day her and me will be names everyone will remember.
She was 5 years older then me. I was 4 she was 9 (I'm 18 now, she was 23 when she died), mother had told me it was a good thing she wasn't older or I'll never get to perform with her.
Now, her dead body is getting taken off the clock. I won't say I'm not watching, but can you blame me for paying attention to it? After all she was my sister and once she's completely off I'll wait to give this town a show they'll never forget.
Call it 'A Ballerinas End'... Yeah that's what I'll call it. A story just for you sis and at the end, in honor of you, I'll kill every man in the theater.
They'll hang me where you were, but it'll be worth it...

And I'll finally be like you....

With my own little twist...

The ballerinas who killed..

A story no one can miss..