• Jeanne d'Aansa was comfortable in her lush garden, on the fresh green grass. She lie down and reviewed all the languages she knew. She realized then that she knew no languages especially, not even her own. She could talk, and understand, but when she wasn't needing it she had no language but the silent one, the one that no one else understood, the one of chaos and the one of years later. But when had she learned that language? She didn't remember learning it from anyone. She felt worried. Wait a minute, wasn't she just beside the tomboy Tika? She was too.

    And then just as she realized that, she saw a gorgeous girl with silky golden hair; Hiyo Baek-Ja. And suddenly nothing else mattered but Hiyo and herself. Call Jeanne a lesbian if you please, but she fell in love with Hiyo. But no matter how much she called out to Hiyo, Hiyo did not answer. And then Jeanne felt certain that everything was all a dream. I mean, transportation was possible and such, but Jeanne was not a magician or anything!

    "Hiyo! Hiyo! HIYO!" Jeanne screamed. And the thing she saw was maddening, maddening indeed. Hiyo slowly kissed an androgenous freak that was a goth dude. And Hiyo kissed the freak on the lips. People who read this, I am not gonna go into detail cuz I don't feel like it. Anyway, Jeanne felt horrible.

    At night, Jeanne got dressed into a black tuxedo that was a size tight, and clenched onto a little something that would help her with her life. It was simple; she would just greet the androgenous dude, drug him/her, and then make the dude tell her the secret to receiving Hiyo's love. Very very simple.

    She headed to the androgenous dude, Soriwhan's house. The house was very exquisite and luxurious, as it looked from the outside windows. She knocked on the door. Great, no one but Soriwhan was home. Soriwhan opened up the door, expecting Hiyo to delicately come in, but instead there was a grinning dude in a tuxedo. Wait, was it a girl? No, a girl would never dress in a tux unless she was Tika, which the person wasn't because Tika would have glowing green eyes.

    Out of jealousy, Jeanne drugged Soriwhan in one blink. And then she plunged the swiss army knife she had brought deep into Soriwhan's chest. And then, a couple minutes after Soriwhan had died she came back into her senses. What had she done? What? It couldn't have been her!

    Regretful, Jeanne purified Soriwhan's soul, as greatly as she could. Soriwhan would go to heaven, and after a million years, Soriwhan would reincarnate as a pure being. Jeanne, as a follower of God, was a professional at purifying souls, and also the only being besides God and God's teacher called "Genevieve" by some who could.