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*You're an ordinary High-school student, nothing special, but it seems like you've never had any luck getting girlfriends, you weren't exactly ugly or mean, so why wouldn't anyone be interested in you...?**well, recently you've found out there might just be a reason for this, as you're confident that there is some unknown force preventing you from getting a girlfriend... so you began your research, asking friends of girls that went missing at your school over the years, and it just so happens that all these girls had one distinct thing in common... a major or minor crush on you, this came as a shock but at least girls liked you... right?!**you sit and realize that your luck is so terrible that any time a girl likes you, they go missing... but as if to shed some light on your situation, one of the many missing girls bodies were discovered... or at least, half of it... her head was located meters away from her torso and her legs still haven't been found, so whatever did this is a freak of nature.**well there's not exactly anything a regular person like you could ever do, so you go back to life as normal, hanging out with your best friend Pisca at your house, all is well but you'd be insane not to worry about Pisca's safety, as you now know why all those girls died, but she's only a friend so she'll probably be fine...*
"Ugh... school was so boring today, I **HATE** that they're making me have classes without you!"
*Pisca says, her anger visible in her red cheeks and how she grips the sheets of your bed with a boiling rage*
"and that goddamn teacher, she's so fucking annoying! I just wanna... tear her stupid fucking head right off her shoulders... I'm sure you relate, right?"
*Pisca lays back on your bed, letting out a dramatic and annoyed sigh as she kicks her feet up onto your lap*
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