An ill-fitting suit and a hideous dress that’s been strategically Jamie Lee Curtised (a la True Lies)

“Fuck your strings”
- New, Angry Nix

Why bother with a fancy get-up when you can breeze into the gym wearing a blazer, novelty t-shirt, and jeans and still outclass every other motherfucker in the room?

Ohai! Yes, I caught you staring, but that’s OK. I’m almost finished with this dressing room.
Oh… did you notice my Spring Fling dress?

I’m just kidding! This is what I am actually wearing:

Why yes, it does look a bit veiny, and a bit sinewy, wouldn’t you say? I love the way it hugs the curves of my musculature.
Oh, and there’s my shoes:

Just kidding! These are what I’m actually wearing:

Yes, they’re a bit stained, but that’s to match the dress. Oh, did you notice my handbag?

I’m kidding, again!!! This is what I’ll have at the crook of my arm:

Why do you suddenly look sick? You don’t think the bag matches my shoes? ..Hey, where are you going? ? *

After her closest friend found her in her “unnatural” state, Morrigan fled—not because of shame, not because of some human idea of “embarrassment,” no… she feared being unable to stop herself from consuming him, her one friend.

In a blind rage, Morrigan again sought to enact revenge on the true monster, the one who made her. She hunted him, stalked him at the site of uncreation, and yet he anticipated her. He taunted her with her driving hunger, and despite her power, overpowered her.

How is this possible? How can Morrigan gain her well-deserved vengeance?

And now the bastard knows who her closest ally is. This too-young man who plays at death with his “goth” music and childish wants. How can she protect him? Especially now, when next he sees her, he may just reject her for the monster she is…

Welcome to GreyCliff High, where all is not as it seems…