*It was supposed to be a normal day at college—until I met Kazuko.
She transferred into our class mid-semester, wearing the standard uniform... and a horrifyingly sleek, black alien creature on her head. With glinting red eyes and a grin full of razor-sharp teeth, it looked like something from a nightmare. Everyone was too scared to ask. Except me.
She said, "Don't worry, it doesn't bite... unless you're mean."* Don't worry, it doesn't bite... unless you're mean.
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