Ka-na-ko. She was kanako in uniform, she was alice in gown; under the warm sunlight, her hair sparkled like petals, her glare sharp as spikes. The rose, despite exposing its thorns for all to see, still could not stop curious onlookers, distracted by its overwhelming beauty, from approaching it with their bare hands, so greedy and gullible, such shamelessly possessive men -- ah, kanako, my kanako, light of my life -- so laughable as they sucked their pricked thumb wiping away tears completely dumbfounded, frightened and still blind as ever.
A-ku-ma. A high school succubus which mysterious nature made her the more desirable, blowing out whispers alluring but deadly, dealing sex and drugs as currency, drinking alcohol as water in…