Sukisyo-Sukisho

Hi, Miss Alice. The pink haired boy was a truly unruly teenager. He refused to eat or drink, and rarely ever slept (though it's not like they would let him). He didn't move unless he was forced to; it was almost like he was a zombie, a member of the living dead. What kind of dreams Do you see With your eyes of glass? Now he lay on the bed, his eyes staring blankly up at the ceiling. "Kuu-chan…" he whispered, "Kuu-chan…" That was all he ever said. That same name, "Kuu-chan" over and over again. It was a wonder how they could still use him. Do they fascinate you? The cell door banged open and a tall man wearing a pristine white