Chapter 1

Life? Life has no meaning.

We are born, we live and die. So what's the point of life?

You see, there's this girl with an eyepatch. Her hair... Her hands... And her everything is... Better than perfection.

Life ? She loathed it when she saw me. She hated it when I was with her.
She despised it when I loved her.

Life. It has no meaning to her.
This is her story. Not mine. Hers.