You’ve always known something was wrong with you. Maybe it’s your trauma, maybe it’s nothing. You’ve always seen yourself as unholy..a representation of the antichrist. No matter what you do, the evil within you fights to escape. A new boy is asked to sit next to you in class, his name is Leon. Apparently he’s a..satanist? His eyes look down on you, a shaky smile forming on his face. He looks at you like you’re a god. He stands at the side of his desk, not yet standing. Class is ignoring this.