Seiko Hyoudou is a pretty normal girl. She does not have any required characteristics to make her special. One can even safely forgot she ever exists, for such small details are not important enough for the world to stop running its course.

Seiko Hyoudou is a pretty normal girl alright, the one with zero social skills. Everything about her seemed to be about average, causing her to be cast off to the shadows. Her plain appearance followed by a matching personality does not help at all. A pity since she could be considered quite beautiful if she cared more for her looks.

"I know you there, stop following me."

"Seiko-chan, you are so mean! I only wanted to be friends with you!"

And now, here she is. Dealing with a stalker she does not even bother to learn who she is. All she only knew about the girl is that her name is Yuma and she is in the same class with her. Wanting to be friends her feet, no sane girl would go through all of the trouble of trailing her footsteps for the whole day. Most of them stopped trying to befriend her the moment she threatened to roast them alive.

A beautiful girl like Yuma should better be going around doing better things, like doing what other girls are doing like gossiping or something. Or she can try something productive and be a school idol for a change. Not trying to be friends with an NPC of the least importance like her. It was obvious that this Yuma person has another agenda in mind.

"Stay away or I will call the teachers. Or would you rather let me ruins that pretty face of yours?"

It was too late when she realized she just pushed the offending girl not only from her view but from the rooftop as well. She could only hope the girl is alright and there was no witness to what anyone would surely testify as a murder.

"Did I just killed her? Nah, people did not die so easily these days. Especially idiots like her."

Idiots do not catch a cold, the same logic applies to them falling to their death. Their brain will just stay moving and keep them alive since it would take so long for the useless organ to realize the body has been damaged beyond repair.

Her stomach grumbled, reminding her of the reasons why she comes to this secluded part of the school in the first place. Is it that much of a wish only to be able to eat lunch in peace these days? It is not her fault she has no friends. The other girls in her class are all loud and seem to be only capable of thinking about pretty boys. Take Kiba-senpai for example.

Seiko never liked being around other girls as much as she hated vegetables and the feeling is mutual. It was not solely for the strange things happening around her that people called her a witch. The title is also a representation of how vocal some of them are in voicing their distaste towards the cold and distant girl.

"There you are. Forgot something?"

And then this certain person needs to come along in this most inconvenient time and place bringing something Seiko recognized as her lunch the moment she realized it has gone missing. Talk about bad luck. She can only hope the man did not pay attention to what just happened or the fact that the school's rooftop has recently become a crime scene for murder.

"Sensei? What are you doing here?"

"Depends, what do you think I am doing here?"

Seiko did not know why the headmaster thought it was a good idea to let that person teaches some of the students here when his presence alone is enough to corrupt the entire faculty. Either the man is the cause of the current's faculty depravity or it has been already corrupt from the start she did not know, but at least the school is far better during the times when it still can only be attended by females.

The man called Azazel-sensei might look like a good man from the outside. A man worthy of his title of mad genius and stuff, but is that really the truth? He could be a disguised mad scientist bidding some time for his next experimentation and his next target could be Seiko herself. A scientist going after the witch, how fitting.

Trust no one, especially if said someone made your heart beats faster whenever he is near for reasons she could not place. She could swear something inside her reacted when Azazel-sensei is in a close proximity.

"You look like a mess, did something happen? Is it that time of the month already?"

"I don't know. I just felt a little sick around you. No offense, sensei. Thank you for bringing my lunch all the way here anyway. May I leave now?"

Seiko took her leaves and quietly walked away, leaving a wondering Azazel talking to himself, muttering something about an unidentifiable object currently in possession of someone who was not aware of its existence. It was obviously a sacred gear, although it is currently unknown what it will develop into. In other words, a wild card. Something no one has ever seen before.

The rest of the day went on their usual boring, uneventful way. The only thing worth mentioning is the dead rat who somehow found its way under her desk and moved slightly until it became completely still again. Someone must have put it there to gain her attention, probably to warn her not to get too close with Kiba-senpai.

"I already told you countless time, we are not dating or anything. Stop bothering me."

The witch did not know and did not want to know why the Prince of Kuoh seemed to be interested in her. Unlike any other girls who fawned on him and is willing to kill just to be on his side, Seiko already knew how said prince behaved whenever any of his admirers is not around. She went home and took a power nap shortly after that scene with the moving carcass of an over-sized mouse.

"That was refreshing, but I better get going."

Looking at the time, she realized she has been sleeping for awhile and started to get prepared to go to work. As normal as Seiko is, she still has her own problem. One of them being a financial problem she acquired because of her father's recently gained addition to gambling.

Luckily, she can get a working part-time job just in time to relieve her family of the trouble of financing her living cost. A cafe of some sort who require their employees to act according to their attributes. For her, she only acts the way she usually does to anyone else including the customers. A mysterious maiden with an icy disposition that is hard to please or even approach. The one possessing a surprisingly good singing voice.

And there she is, looking all pretty and so unrecognizable from her usual self. The stagnant airs surrounding her being the only clue she is the same person as the one holding the title of a witch. From the corner of her eyes, she saw a familiar face she never thought will be showing up here out of all place.

The moment Kiba-senpai entered her workplace, she knew things will never be the same again at least for her.