A girl in my school somehow fell in the elevator. She was on the 2nd floor and the door was open, but the elevator was on the 1st floor. She didn't notice that little detail, and fell. The whole school was talking about it, and during a class I said that if the elevator went to the 4th floor, and if she died, "It would be funnier, and this way she would finally be even more popular". And I really meant it.
So father, am I a heartless demon trapped in the body of a 15 year old girl?