New year's special.
Each new day feels like a new year. Being the homeroom teacher of the Occult Clubroom is tiring like that. Have you ever tried to count how many words your ears had in a year? Whatever the quantity is, a day in the occult clubroom could give you the same result. Now that I sit here watching Nelia and Ayane playing chess as if it's a league of legends game, I look back at the time. Just a month ago, I met Remelia. It has been a chaotic life ever since.
A torture. Or was it? A side of me sometimes feels like this is a gift. Ever since our encounter, I feel full.
Maybe it was the world's fate trying to make me like this. But a more realistic reason could be the undead warrior spirit in me. The thought of the coming death excites it.
Every time it stirs, I have to convince myself that I'm no longer him. I'm now just a teacher who shares the same life as a vampire's queen who prophesied to make war between worlds.
