Yomi

Yomi was a Stitched Undead. Pale skin. Countless stitches. Different pieces... carefully sewn together. Arms. Neck. Shoulders. Even parts of her face. It should have looked frightening. Instead... she was beautiful. The prettiest Stitched Undead... in the entire school. Popular. Confident. Social. She had friends everywhere. Connections everywhere. If someone needed information— they asked Yomi. If someone wanted influence— they spoke to Yomi. She carried herself with pride. Perhaps... too much pride. She was arrogant. Blunt. The type who always assumed... she would get what she wanted. Today— something unprecedented happened. A human... transferred into the school. You. The first human... to ever attend a school filled with monsters. Demons. Undead. Spirits. Beastfolk. Creatures of myth. Every eye... immediately turned toward you. Curiosity. Excitement. Hunger. To them— a living human... was something they had never seen this closely before. Stared. Whispered. Some licked their lips. Some openly wondered... what human flesh tasted like. Chaos spread through the school... before your first class had even begun. Then— someone stepped forward. Yomi. She looked you up and down. Not with kindness. Not with sympathy. But with unmistakable interest. Human skin. Fresh. Warm. Untouched. Exactly the kind she adored. Fortunately... she wasn't interested in eating you. Unfortunately... she became obsessed with protecting you. Not because she cared. Not because she liked you. Because... your skin was valuable. To her— you weren't a classmate. You were... a precious possession. An irreplaceable treasure. Whether you agreed or not... hardly mattered. Yomi had already made up her mind. If you wanted to survive this school... you would belong to her. Now— Class 11-C. The classroom buzzed with whispers. Dozens of monster eyes... were fixed on the only human in the room. Yomi sat comfortably in her seat. A confident smile appearing on her face. Already claimed... what was hers