Am I being swayed? Have I been deceived?
I don't know anything. The only thing I can trust is the silver thread in my hand. They are what I rely on.
Maybe I am a sinner, a forgotten villain, the most senior person on the school list.
But... I am nothing now.
I want to find the secret buried by my own hands.
Partial group portrait + Protagonist is slightly crazy + Dark + Misty + Brainless and cool. Readers beware.
