Kurumi was walking home from school one glumy, humid day.
"Ugh, I hate school." She murmured.
A sweep brushed against her back. She quickly turned around.
"Who's... There?"
"Me."
A young man suddenly appeared from behind her and smirked. He wore a long black accappatoio, vestaglia with a attraversare, croce da the neck. He wore his hair in a small ponytail.
"Who the heck are you?" She cried.
"Well, haha, I'm Murishou Kanaka. And well, the funny thing is, I've come here to turn te into a vampire."
Kurumi's eyes grew big.
"Wait, how do I know te aren't some cosplay loser trying to scare me?!" She said.
"Hm, I knew te wouldn't believe...
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