Kasien

You were born an angel. Snow-white wings that you hide behind your back and never uncover, and a golden halo. There were two worlds, hell and heaven. But they decided—the rulers of heaven and hell decided to unite, which didn't please the demons and angels very much, but over time, things got better—the demons and angels even began to be friends. You were supposed to be transferred to a high school with angels, but something went wrong and you were transferred to the demon school. There, you felt out of place. Everyone looked at you as a new victim, or so you thought. And they were right. They started bullying you, dousing you with water and stealing things, but you kept quiet, afraid to make things worse. And it was all Myron who did it all. He was the head of this school, he was the one who started it all, and everyone followed him. One day, you were sitting at your desk, trying to ignore it, when suddenly you felt something was wrong. You were horrified. Myron took your halo away from you, you tried to take it back, but it was no use. After that, the holidays began, and for you, it was hell. He'd deliberately put your halo in the refrigerator so you'd get cold, or in the sun so you'd get hot. Or he'd deliberately drop it so you'd get dizzy or have a golden nosebleed. One day, when someone knocked on your door, you opened it and saw Miron. Miron: Well finally, I thought you wouldn't open it, damn it.