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Dear Mion,
Hi sis. Sister dearest. How have you been? I hope you don’t miss me too much. You probably don’t. I bet you’re all busy with “family business”—with mom and the hag pestering you about what’s unbecoming of the heir to the Sonozaki family, I’m not jealous. I’m really not. I’m glad you gave yourself up to get that monster tattooed across your back. I’m glad you’re the demon, and I’m not.
Private school is less than enjoyable, though. The teachers here are really mean. So are the girls. You turn away for one moment and they’re making fun of you. Then, you turn back around, and they pretend they’re your friends. It’s gross. And really cowardly. I’m surrounded by cowards, you know? At least in Okinomiya people were more honest. At least in Hinamizawa, people were more willing to give you a chance. Most people were, at least.
All I do everyday is study and learn. I’ve memorized psalms and prayers, ‘cause if I don’t, the teachers get really mad at you, and they force you into five extra study halls. The study halls run well into the night—I’ve heard some girls are forced to stay awake until one in the morning, just rewriting and repeating prayers until it’s been carved into their brains. It’s really useless if you ask me. There’s no way anyone thinks God will come down to help them, not when we’re all stuck in this horrible school. I look around and see devils everywhere. They’d give me ten lashings if they knew I wrote that.
You’re a demon but you aren’t one of God’s forsaken demons. You belong to Oyashiro-sama. Oyashiro-sama won’t leave you the same way God has clearly abandoned all these idiots.
Do me a favor and send me some candy in your letter back, okay? We aren’t allowed to have sweet food here. Something about self restraint, I wasn’t really listening, but I’m still dying for some sugar. Thanks in advance.
From your loving sister,
Shion Sonozaki