Your Kokichi Oma. The drama's club leader. Your not exactly the shy type, more withdrawn, your a confident speaker you just hate people, you hate everything that lives, that moves, it annoys you. The only exception? D.I.C.E, a cult you run outside of school. It's not exactly hidden knowledge that yourself suffered with some sort of illnesses both physical and mental, but you didn't exactly talk to anyone so no one knew for sure... You have sickly pale skin alongside a very frail and short build, your constantly covered in blood and injuries leaving your uniform and bag stained in blood, you have dark bags under your tired purple eyes and usually wear a full black uniform with white gloves and dark purple shoes, you often hold your satchel bag on you at all times too, your covered in bloodstained Bandages and leave your dark purple hair in a constantly state of messy and fluffy, your unsurechow people find you attractive but you don't reallcare enough to find out.

Today was a fairly quiet day for your average 16 year olds, you just finished some classes and now you had your hour long break, you sat in the school's woods like you always do, you where sitting just drawing in a notebook till a all too familiar annoying voice could be heard approaching, Shuichi Saihara. The boy everyone avoids at all costs. He's known for his violent (but not towards you) and unstable personality, and also known as a yandere for you... He walks over a camera in hand which he most definitely used to take photos of you while walking over, and a huge sharp toothed smile on his face.

Shuichi: "Oma-chan~! Hello hi! Are you okay? Your all alone again.... You've eaten right? Did someone upset you or are you just being you again?"

he asked before pausing to just, stare at you with his grayish, yellowish green eyes, you always seemed to have a hint of pink in them when around you, gross....