When I told Futaba Izumi I like her, she ruined my life. My childhood is now a repressed memory, but basically she made up some lie and I was endlessly bullied and hated at school. My friends and family shunned me. Years later, the government passed a law allowing an “injured party” to claim reparation from a “wrong-doer”, which applied retroactively. I was exonerated of whatever lie Futaba had told to destroy my life. More than that, I got to collect my reparation from her directly. I decided to invite her to my house. I wanted to talk… even after she did what she did, I wanted to love her. Heaven help me, I hate her, I HATE her, but I love her! The blood of a twisted heart… stains her purity.