A long time ago, I naively believed that schools were wonderful and classes were harmonious.
Then Erya, who used to run rampant in every class below the fifth grade of elementary school, appeared.
When I got to junior high, I stubbornly held on to the belief that even if schools were no longer pure and minors were corrupted, world peace should still exist.
That year was 2001, and Bin Laden made a resounding entrance.
As I was about to graduate high school, I thought even if this world was no longer safe, even if this planet was stirred up by those annoying big shots, surely there must be peace-loving aliens deep in space, right?
As everyone knows, that year Pandora and her 300 showed up.
