I-forget-his-name is just your average high schooler who is completely colorblind and goes to a school of like ten people that is actually the limp public facade of the local sacrificial cult.
Manslaughter is supposedly then a necessary component to the plot, considering the author’s claim of “a coherent back story,” and the meticulous and purposeful placement of each character and location. You can’t buy that kind of dedication! Well, no… I guess you can. That’s why America invented China.
He’s not dead, Anne. He’s just sleeping. Forever.
TONIGHT: What you don’t know about strange scissor monsters could kill you. More at 11.