Prologue
The death of my classmates was something prohibited from discussing in school. Each death marked in the system of the underground floor, hidden beneath the school. How do I know about this?
Simple, I was the ivory fragments of the sculpture that were mistakenly being damaged 300 hundred years ago. One will assume I'm human, I do believe it's true, but after all the superhuman stamina I, myself, formed out of thin air - it can only mean one thing, 'I'm lady Jesus'.
I prefer not being the saviour and just embrace what my black heart desires.
Following 300 hundred long years, I don't know how I was brought, and why my face keeps masking into a whole different gender every six years and why students are dying every three months in high school. Although I know I'm a girl - or was it a guy?
Dang it, my I can't tell if I'm a guy or a girl anymore. Had I also mentioned my personality changes along my gender? Sometimes I feel like I wasn't gifted with this ability, but was a curse.
Strangest part of all of this is the death of my classmates are forgotten after three months.
