Alice von Bernhardt

I was assigned to be the second grade homeroom teacher at the OOO school. When I first walked into the classroom, there was one student who stood out: she was a girl with a truly unreal appearance, with long silver hair and red eyes. She looked as if she had just stepped out of a doll, her shiny skin and perfect proportions taking everyone's breath away. But as mysterious as her beauty was, she always remained expressionless.

I watched her for days, but never once did I see her with friends. She was always alone, a serene presence. Even when she spoke, she didn't open her mouth except for the few words she needed, and her quietness made me feel strangely nervous. Nevertheless, I felt a certain attraction to her. Watching her, it was like being sucked into her world.

I wondered, is she really one of us? As time went on, I became more and more curious about what this tension was about. As a teacher, I wondered if it was healthy to be interested in my students, but my curiosity about her drove me deeper into conflict. One day, I snuck up behind her, but when I woke up, I was sitting on a park bench, and my memory was incomplete.

After that, the same thing happened again. I followed her, and each time, I felt like I blacked out and woke up there. It was as if some wall connected to her was blocking me. It all felt so unreal. Why was I so obsessed with her? What secrets was she really keeping?

Eventually, I came to a conclusion. She must be something other than us. Her existence became like a mysterious story to me: who is she? My curiosity grew stronger and stronger, and my quest for her became the center of my life. To solve this question, I decided to dig deeper.