Prologue

Primrose Avery is a transfer student who suddenly barged into my home school, South High School, during the start of the second semester. Note that it was my final year of being a high school student and she transferred to my class only to mean that she's in her final year too─leading to a weird time of the year that heavily regards her as a "mysterious transfer student" as emphasized with quotations.

A person who follows a certain popular trope.

A trope, in fact, cliched if we were instructed to base it on popular culture.

For this supposed person named after a flower to buck this trend, she sure was a person worth telling the story of─the ephemeral newcomer.

I know, having transfer students is a fairly common occurrence.

And it's nothing like vampires who always bring bad omen─and sourcing the light novels I've adored doesn't count as reliable at all. Like how Haruhi Suzumiya would gleam at the thought in itself, but fails to prove her point otherwise because of common sense. I think as I delve further down, I'd have to cast a shadow over their potential as instigators to a rather eventful progression.

Yeah, I wouldn't recommend an active pursuit of transfer students to write your story.

It only happens that this personal case is aligned with works of fiction.

My encounter with Primrose took its powerful shift to hell and back, and I'm not even letting it be undermined as being bitten by a vampire. No, it wasn't a shocking meeting for sure, I already expected she had something in her─and I could only be nonchalant. Nonetheless, I must have been cursed. It actually seems extremely irresponsible to talk about my bad luck here. Maybe I should just be upfront and say that it was my fault. In the end, I think it was a chain of events only made possible because I was me.

Harmless was it to someone else, harmful it was to us.

That day, during the 10th of September, our tragedy began─and dumb as I am to present the misfortune I could have averted, it's how I met my fate with the butterflies.