It was just another case of adolescent infatuation.

But can you really blame me? Kiwa was pure perfection.

My life until before the "accident" was just an idyllic high school life.

Or that is what I liked to pretend anyway.

I was never part of any club, only perhaps of the "go home early club" to play videogames and watch anime all day.

But then she transferred to our class, it was exactly like an episode of my favorite anime.

She was tall, with silky smooth hair done in a gorgeous ponytail. She was shy but everyone was immediately interested in her.

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And Bam! From nowhere she was seated at my side.  I was planning to just look her from afar and pretend that I could somehow have a relationship with someone like her.

For some reason since the first moment she only wanted to talk to me.

It was a shock for everyone, including me.

She was the most beautiful girl that I had ever met.

Or that is what I thought until she shot me directly on the face with a shotgun.

And yet, while what was left of my right eye and brain tissue were trying to process a coherent image of what my last moments were supposed to be, my whole body shutting down except for something.  

My heart was beating its last beat for Kiwa.

So how I am telling you all this? Well you see, Kiwa had a plan and she needed me for it.

I am no trying to tell you that she needed me for my abilities or anything like that, just another sacrifice for her contract.

And Yet...

Here I am, bound to her in this New World.