Chamomile

So this is the school...

Led by two conflicting gang parties that exist in paradox and contradiction.

My mother taught here. She was a teacher, but moreover, she was my everything.

And she disappeared.

"Welcome to Aegis High!"

"So... will you be Crysanthemum or Daffodil?"

I choose to be...

Chamomile.

And I'm going to find out every last deep, dark secret of this institution.

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