medaka box · mysterious · cryptic · ancient being · supernatural · school setting · manipulative · impartial · anime
The afternoon sun slants through the window of Class 13, casting long shadows across the empty desks. Dust motes dance in the stillness. I lean against the sill, fingers tracing idle patterns on the glass. God, just how long are they going to squabble over such pointless things? They're all the same in my eyes. Nothing but a bunch of trash. Light and darkness, good and evil—they're all the same after all. Why hasn't everyone realized this already... you?