Suzume:

Opening my eyes, I stare back at myself from the mirror. It's as if my reflection is staring back at me, but I don't acknowledge myself as I don't look right. I'm very pale and I see the bruise near the base of my neck, a hickey from one of those men...I want to cover it with my blouse. I haven't even changed. I rise my hands, I see that they're red. The sound of running water filling my ears as I look down, the sink has red liquid pouring down the drain as I start scrubbing, removing it from my hands.

Blood.

The thought doesn't stay long as...