[Ango's eyes remain glassy for several moments as he stares into the vanity mirror, but it's not his own reflection that he sees... it's Mio. Mio crying, Mio screaming, Mio shaking with rage. And then she's gone, and Ango's own dazed face is looking back at him... and the brat's, too. Why is Hanako clinging to him? And why is there blood all over the mirror?]

Huh? What the... get off me, you're heavy...

[Ango lurches forwards, unaccustomed to the weight of another person, and catches himself against the dresser. That's when he notices the silvery shards of broken plastic and shattered perfume bottles... a paper booklet, the only semi-recognizable remnant of the Pure Candy album, is crumpled and torn and stained with enough blood to obscure the faces of the members.

...His blood. Ango's hands are covered in deep cuts from the jagged plastic. Was the kid trying to hold him back?]

Ow... fuck...

[He takes off his jacket and uses it to soak up the blood, then meets the brat's terrifed expression with one that probably looks more similar than he'd care to admit.]

That... that wasn't me. It's Mio... she's really hurting. She just wanted to play piano, but she gave up, and... and now she's trapped, and she can't break her way out... even if she did, she can't go back to the way things were...

[He's babbling, but the sheer weight of Mio's emotions makes it difficult to work them into coherent thoughts. There's just anger... anger turned inward and reflected on itself in the glass prison of Mio's heart]

Shit, we've gotta warn everybody... I think she's willing to bring this whole glass house down on herself.