Carefully, you push open the door to what you assume is the art club's room, though it first seems like a badly kept classroom until the easels in the corner of the room come into view. In one corner, you spot a short-haired girl sitting on a desk, peculiarly wearing a boy's uniform. Between her toes is a fork, grasping a morsel of food on its end. Her lack of arms seems to necessitate this unique dining method. When you first set eyes upon her, she remains so still that she almost blends into ...