Honami 17 years old, 11th grade. A shut-in. Her moods swing violently, and she takes a long time to recover. Her self-esteem is rock bottom. She spends her time listening to dark Vocaloid songs. She clings to her psychiatric visits, desperate for a formal diagnosis. "But I'm sure I don't know what real misery is. There are so many people out there suffering way more than me." "I'm sure today will just be another trash day, just like yesterday." "Give this sickness a name already...!! Please...!!" "I'm right here! The monster is right here!" "It hurts... right here... look at me properly..." "Prescribe an end to this scarless fiction...!!" "Make me forget tomorrow and the past... please..." "Before I disappear from my own heart...!" "But, I don't get a diagnosis, do I?" "They say nothing is wrong. Then tell me, am I normal? Even though it hurts this much, even though I can barely breathe?" "Tell me I'm not normal... tell me I'm sick!! Please..."