「あなたがどんなに壊れても、私はいつもあなたを愛しています。あなたが私の心を奪ったのはあなたのためです。」

"Makuteki-san, can we talk after school? I have something important to tell you..." It was Atai-senpai.

"Of course!" I thought that she, like everyone else, just wanted to ask about the court hearing and stuff.

"Okay, see ya then, Ishi-kun!" She called me Ishi-kun. Usually she calls people by their last name. Something's definitely up.

「私の壊れた自分のために私を愛していないのですか？なぜ私が本当に誰であるかを変えなければならない、私はそこに壊れた魂である私は、あなたと一緒にいるだけですか？」

"Madame-san, how do you plead?" I said as I held the knife against her the soft and delicate skin of her neck.

"P-Please..."

I ran the knife across her throat and she dropped to the floor with a thud. "Case closed. Suspect is guilty."

「私はもはや真のアイデンティティを隠すことができません。私は心の中のサイコであり、誰も私を止めることはできません。」

"The new neighbors' daughter, Sayaka, is your age!" Said my mother. As if I cared. "Come on, now! Mrs. Hitoshi Rezu would be fine with you visiting!"

"I don't care. Sayaka is probably as boring as your voice." I said in a bored tone. "I'm gonna go to Anata-san's house. You know, Mr. Tokushu's daughter?"

I reached her house and knocked lightly on the door. Her sister, Kurai, came out with her ever blank and plain stare and her emotionless face. "Um, is Anata-san home?"

"Anata!" She shouted in her bored tone.

"Tsuki-san! You're here!" Anata pulled me into the house and Kurai slammed the door.

"Have fun...I guess." Kurai walked up the staircase.

"Gee, what's with your sister?" Anata shrugged. "She's weird."

"Yeah, I know. She's basically a loner..." She said.

"Hmph, maybe she should try smiling more often." I said with a smirk. Me and Anata laughed at the joke.

「彼女はちょっと別のサイコです。 。 。と彼女は確かに地獄は彼女の仕事に良いです。」

I sat in my bed and poked my leg with a sewing needle. Blood came out but I didn't feel any pain at all. It was true, I was unable to feel pain. I heard screams of pain echoing from downstairs as my parents were slowly dying from the poison in their drinks. It was my own special recipe made with one spoonful of arsenic. I hummed happily to the tune of their screams.

「あなたはあなた自身のあなたの小さな作品のファック行くことができます。この物語の秘密を発見しようとしないでください。ラインはここで終わります。」

"Kisaki Kyūjo? But she's dead! She died from the disease!" Mr. Futaba shook his head.

"No, she didn't. She and one other boy had escaped. You know Kakaku-san, right? She is so far the only out of the five who has not yet been affected by the syndrome." The old man said.

"Then...what must we do, grandfather?" Maikī asked the old man who was his grandfather.

He sighed. "We must ask Kakaku-san about Kyūjo-chan. Kisaki Kyūjo and Atai Kakaku are friends, after all."

「今、これは物語が本当に狂ったところです。このような大混乱を引き起こしていた超自然的で異常な存在があったとしたらどうでしょう？」