Loneliness. A feeling that eats you alive.

She looked down at the abandonned doll lying on the dirty street floor. The cute though dusty object had probably been dropped there, accidently, by a carefree little girl, or stolen then left behind by an other mischevious child.

Whatever its story, this sight broke her heart.

The doll was alone, forgotten, and uncared for, what for ? Because she couldn't speak ? Because she was motionless ? Because she didn't make people notice her?

She wanted to pull it up, to just sit it on a chair or anything that would keep it from being stomped on.

She wanted to show that she could feel something, that she could show respect, even if it was to a mere toy.

Maybe it was precisely because it was to a silent object, that would only thank her silently, not ask for more, not try to get anything from anyone. The complete opposite of humans.

She couldn't stand to hear or see people's sanely smiling faces since he got beaten and never showed up again.

He had enough time to convert her into insanity. She couldn't get back to normality, and didn't want to, but living alone in her mental world, cut off from human concepts, wasn't an option and she was getting worn out of that fact, this illness was slyly gnawing her from inside.

She needed to express her dementia. To let everything, her fear, her bloodlust, all of that unearthly frustration, out. But where ?

This was why she missed him. He was always planning to take someone's life for 'sport', to make perfect strangers suffer,in the only purpose to release his internal torture. And so she wished she could.

At all hours of day and night she was repressing those drives, she was permanently wary, knowing that the slightest mind blank would be tearing the last thread keeping her from snapping and becoming a killing machine, and it was making her think of herself as a fool.

This was wasted energy, if she just gave into murderous madness, nothing but pleasure would be waiting for her.

Then why all of this masquerade ?

Shin'ichi stared off into space. Did she even have this damn answer somewhere in her private hell...

It was just probably because she wanted to finish off what she had to do before waving her reason good bye.

That was it.

She would find and wake him up again, to get her self-reward she would damn it all and release the current corrupted Azryel.

(An other time, back to concrete reality)

She lifted her gaze from the names laid on her list, and stared the class down, eyeing thoughtfully every students. Were they really enemies ? Maybe, maybe not, anyway, if their lives where the price to achieve what she sought, she wouldn't hesitate a second.

What a lame teacher she was. Poor things. Her chase was just about to begin.

"Hello everyone. I'll replace your usual teachers while they are kept busy by their other duties. I am Sunao Shinichi. I hope we'll make good work together."

She bowed slightly, and turned around to face the board, and so they missed the inhuman grin splatered on her face.

Hi, sorry it's so short, but it's just a prologue, this fic's still foggy in my brain, I think I'll publish the first chapter today (it'll explain a part of my OC, and the story will really begin), I'll make my best to make this interesting. Anyway I'd really apreciate feedback since I ain't sure at all about this story, the next chap's already written so I'll publish, but I don't know what I'll do next...