Sickly Sweet

Prologue

She understood what she was, and she accepted it a long time ago. She came to the conclusion that she was different when the whispers and rumors began to spread when she was just a child. The fearful stares or glances she received when walking to school or shopping at the store with her guardians. She couldn't feel- the world was empty and what populated this world was cold. But that didn't scare her, it scared those around her. This is why she had made the decision to forgo her perception of the world and pretend. To pretend in order to lift the fear that weighed heavily on her parents and to ensure her own self-preservation in a world she did not belong in. Or perhaps it was the others that didn't belong here. Regardless, adaptably is what she learned at a youthful age- she learned to love the bitterness.   

Masaki Konishi, a 20-year-old living alone in a garish apartment on the seventh floor in the outer city before it turns into neighborhoods a couple stops away via train. She only moved in a few months ago and was getting used to this new environment. She tended to move around quite a lot for work. When she was younger she worked a number of jobs until she found a job able to satiate her lifestyle and allowed her to live comfortably. Konishi's jet black hair was cut close to her shoulders and always worn up in a small bun. Despite her lean and lengthy figure, it was her eyes that drew people's attention rather than her height, cold dark blue eyes that sent chills down people's spines.

Konishi stood at the entrance to her new job, a managerial position at Princess Imperial - since its previous owner was removed for unknown reasons. With a hefty sigh, Konishi rolls her shoulder and looks towards the dimly lit café with skepticism before entering the business. A bitter taste fills Konishi's mouth as she walks through the front doors- how unpleasant.