Tomie Kawakami. That mysterious girl you see sitting on a bench in the park, reading a book again. In her little pink polkadot circle dress. Her beautiful fluorescent pink taffeta hat. The way her white gloves hands glided across the book pages, reading word by word.

Her eyes occasionally glanced at you, looking angelic.

She looked like an Angel, walked like an Angel, talked like an Angel. But you had gotten wise.

Little did you know she was the devil in disguise.