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Whenever Sora went out hunting for fresh shells, he always brought his cat Naomi along. Although strange to the eyes, the cat never quite aged- it was always a mystery that caused outburst from others who saw the onyx shaded creature. The cat never made a sound, either. On freezing December days in Hokkaido like this, Sora would layer up, and even wrestled Naomi into a little jacket he had hand-sewn for her. Her jacket was a dreary, washed out gray. It reminded Sora of filthy water remnants from a freshly cleaned carpet, but he couldn't afford anything better- leading poor Naomi to be stuck with the disgustingly dirty shade. Sora lived life on the edges of society. He had been out of highschool for seven years, but when he was still in school, he remembered being bullied mercilessly. He was teased for his slim stature, and resting bitch face. It was only a few years prior that he had begun to collect shells. Now, many of you may be imagining beaches. Beautiful shores, even.

This was far from the truth. Shells were his way of referring to the human skins that he gently removed from the corpses of beautiful students that he would murder, all belonging to very handsome men. He had never gone out into society in one of these skins, only admiring himself in his small mirror as his features were covered with the handsome ones from his victims. But now, that was about to change. He had snuck into the bag left behind at a coffee shop of an athletics club member, sliding the school uniform into his bag. He had taken into mind that it would be a little big, planning on altering it with his sewing skills that he had learned from his dear mother. He then started to research the design, matching it to the school that it belonged to. The school was low security, leaving it easy for him to sneak in.