My name is Erica Sanz, I'm 17 years old. I like to play games, watch anime and read novels, especially romance novels, but I read everything.

I have a problem, and that's that wherever I go, I end up hurting people. I make it a point to walk carefully, but accidents always end up happening. People end up chasing me, and my dad takes me somewhere else to start over. Living this lifestyle has made it hard for me to make friends, so much so that sometimes I feel like I can't connect well with people. It's like there's a certain knowledge or language that everyone knows except me, something I should have learned when I was a kid.

At least I have my dad. I don't know what I would do without him; he's wise, patient and friendly. He's also the only person stronger than me, at least that I know of, but he can control his strength so much better, I've never known him to kill someone by accident.

At the beginning of the year we moved to Katra city to start a new life again, after I killed some girls in my previous school.

It started off well. The first day I got hit by a truck before I got to school, but I cleaned my uniform and went to class anyway. There I met a cute and friendly guy named Ocko. He discovered my strength right there, thanks to an accident in a crumbling church, but he didn't tell anyone, he even said my strength was phenomenal.

Thanks to the fact that Ocko was a super popular guy, I made friends quickly. I met his group; Troveto, Pekos and Galica, and also a somewhat bossy but well-meaning girl named Raquel.

I quickly joined Ocko's group, and together we went out to hang out and have fun. Once we went to a food festival and ended up running away from the guards, it was fun.

Unfortunately, Ocko was a little too social for my taste. I don't know how he did it, but he seemed to hang out with all the groups within the class constantly, and with other classes as well. I end up getting exhausted from just talking to my own group.

That's a weird thing, I don't quite understand it, but I think I dislike large groups. I don't get it, I'm supposed to have fun at parties, but I don't get to do that, it just makes me want to hide in a corner and look forward to leaving. I think this is why I was particularly irritated one time when we went to a party. Ocko tried to ask me to dance, a gesture I had dreamed of for years, but at the time I just wanted to leave. I felt so frustrated, it was as if I was sabotaging myself.

Anyway, we left the party. It was night and there was no one on the street. We ran into some robbers, and for once I was glad to see them. People I could get even with, they were perfect. So I killed them. But when I did, Ocko looked at me funny. He told me I had done well and things like that, but I noticed the fear in his eyes. Ocko was afraid of me. That hurt me.

After that, everything started to fall apart. I inadvertently kicked a girl's leg off. Then her friends tried to take revenge on me, I let them, but one of them tried to stab me and I fought back. Then the girl with no leg shot me, and because I defended myself, people started to fear me. It was a maelstrom of fear and resentment that I could not control.

Finally, in one of the revenge attempts of one of those girls, Ocko died. It was a stupid death, he just fell from a tower and broke his neck. There were no tremendous blows, no shots, no knives, he just fell badly. Had he fallen with his feet, he would have just gone to the hospital. Instead, he ended up in a coffin.

The others blamed me for killing him. I admit I pushed him, but he was my best friend at the time, I just wanted to push him away to teach that fool Krois a lesson.

Now everyone hates me. I just wanted to finish the school year quietly, to graduate like everyone else, but my classmates are making my life impossible at school, and we haven't even finished the first semester. Raquel, the one who runs the whole operation, assured me that she would make my life hell. She didn't listen to me when I promised her I wouldn't hurt anyone anymore.

I don't know what to do. I can't take it anymore, but this is my last chance.

I just have to hold on.