“Goodbye…” I heard a final whisper… A pair of black wings seemed to unravel behind her. The wings were blacker than the darkest woods, blacker than midnight, blacker than space itself…it was the color of death. I knew, the girl I’d loved so dearly, was the personification of death…but I was rea...

Keeping her head down was always Matsumura Momoe's motto. Coming from a poor family in Miyagi, growing up, she'd always been bullied by the kids at her school. Until, one day, her mom decided to use her life savings to send her to one of the most pretegious schools in Japan, Yamato high. Going to...