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Walking through the hallways of the new school, glancing around the surroundings, I finally entered the staff room, meeting my homeroom teacher. 

"Kang Nari right?" She asked, observing me from head to toe.

"Yes." I replied, as cold as ever. I didn't like people staring at me, at my scars, at my face. 

The part of my face that was burned years ago due to a fire in my house.

That pitiful look, I know it very well and the next words of her would be… 

"I hope you'll be able to get along well with your classmates, welcome to Seika High School."

Words of sympathy. 

The look of disapproval.

The voice that expresses pity. 

I hate my face, I hate my destiny, I hate… 

Myself.