I'm a blank slate, really. Emotionless, apathetic, deadpan... Boring. I've always felt hollow inside. I don't speak unless spoken to.

I guess I have a hobby, if you could call it that. I make up personalities for people. My life is like a game of pretend. I don't like or dislike it.

Although... That changed recently. My upperclassman, Taro Yamada, is special. He's my only source of feeling. He's mine, and only mine. I would kill and be killed for him. I'm possessive and jealous for him.