"From now on, this is your room."
That was what the person behind the scenes at the Undead Club said to Mian Mian on her first day being brought here.
"This one, completely different from the other kids, doesn't cry or kick up a fuss. The gloomy look in her eyes when she looks at me... it's really disgusting…"
"I heard the president picked her up from the trash, no wonder she stinks…"
"She never speaks, could she be mute?"
"I'm not taking care of a kid like this, it's up to you guys…"
"It doesn't matter, all these ones with strange dispositions are just cannon fodder anyway…"
...
A few admins huddled in a corner whispering to each other, casting looks of disdain and revulsion at the girl.
The girl was dressed in tattered clothing stained all over, her face dirty too. The only thing that made a deep impression was her pair of shiny eyes, as red as rubies.
