This is a story of a human dressed in black. It has no name nor no face. It belongs to no pronouns, for those do not matter. It hates both kindness and cruelty. It despises life but admires death. For this human, death is an inspiration. Robin Quinn Joseph was born as a "normal" girl, but it didn't stay that way. After watching her older sister commit suicide, her eyes were then opened to the fullest. After meeting a new friend, who everyone called "imaginary", her thought of death grew larger. She was not a normal girl anymore.