Satsujin Gisei-sha was one of a kind. Her family had moved into the small, tight-knit town only a few months ago. She admitted often that this was very different from her old home. But that was understandable, she had only lived in Japan, and moving half way around the world wasn't easy.

Satsujin was unlike all the other girls in school. She didn't mind how truly plain her appearance was. It was very easy to find a girl with brown hair, brown eyes and pale skin. Her physique was very telling about her personality and interests. She was small, thin with lanky limbs. She wasn't curved, but she wasn't hard. She didn't have sharp corners, but she also didn't have smooth edges.

She loved art, loved everything about it. Loved to be around it, to look at it, although to make it was her favorite. She excelled at every form of art making. Water color, acrylic, charcoal, sketch, doodle, coloring, you name it, she's done it. And she's done it well. Her mother and father said she worked well with words too, but she didn't believe them, she felt words was the one art making point that she lacked in. She could find comfort in the oddest of places. Walking along the path through the park. In the library. On top of a car while star gazing. Walking down the isles of a craft store. In the company of her friends. Anywhere and everywhere.

Most importantly, Satsujin Gisei-sha, was happy. Happy with her home, her dog, her parents, her siblings, her school. Happy, and content.

So, why would someone so happy commit suicide?
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They didn't.