Not everyone knows the difference between good and bad...that's how I ended up like this.

>>>>>flashback begins<<<<<

I was walking down the streets of Shinwa when an elderly lady stopped me. "Hello, little girl. Do you believe in magic?"

I nodded joyfully. "I guess..?"

"Then come with me, I'll show you some magic!" She said.

"But...mother told me—"

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm no stranger! I'm Mrs. Makuteki! Ishi's grandmother!"

I thought for a while. "Oh yeah! Ishi's grandma!" But I was foolish to follow her.

>>>>>flashback ends<<<<<

Very foolish.

Of course, beneath the surface my heart has become dirty and stone. It's not my fault...that same lady suffered from the syndrome. Don't ask why I followed her...I guess it was to see what on Earth she was talking about. At least I still have some sense of reality and emotion left inside me, otherwise I'd be completely psycho. Right?

Well, I am mostly psychotic and mentally ill, but I'll try to stay as normal as possible for my audience. After all, a kill is better when your victim least suspects it. When they put so much trust in you. Just when they think you're the nicest person they've ever met...slice their throats. It's an absolutely perfect strategy.

There's no cure...no help...no Savior...no friends...if I can't trust anyone...then I must kill them. Those were my exact first thoughts when I woke in that hospital.

And suddenly a need for blood and death filled my heart...and I found a syringe and stabbed multiple people with it. I even killed the others who were still sleeping. The ones that suffered the same diagnosis as me.

I found a boy — the last one on the third floor — but he ran into the men's restroom. I'm no pervert! Who cares if he got away?! That's the men's restroom for God sake! I know I may be overreacting, but still! No way in hell will I ever be that girl who goes into the men's bathroom to kill one single little pathetic, cowardly little boy.

Well, he looked to be the same age as me. In his early teens. Black hair. Pale skin. Chocolate brown eyes. Probably 16, no older than 18 and no younger than 14.

Well, looks like my time here has run out. I have another victim to kill: a 16 year old girl, Charlotte Madame.

Author's Note: Sorry it was so short 3: