It was dark outside. Nao knew it was time to begin her nightly prowl again, but something kept her from leaving her dinky apartment. She felt . . . tired. Tired of luring men to their doom; tired of pretending to be a slut; tired of being (dare she say it?) alone. Despite the fact that she hated that Kuga brat with all her might, she kind of wished she had her own psychotic protector to love. Even Mikoto, childlike, flat-chested Mikoto had managed to snag Mai. How was it possible that she, #1 flirt of Fuuka Academy by mutual consensus, was still alone?
Sigh, why am I even bothering thinking about this? Mama's safe, and I don't have to put up with anyone. Mechanically, she dragged herself up and towards the front door. Another night, another man hanging for his life. Who knew? Maybe tomorrow would be a little better. She was starting high school tomorrow after all.