Editor: J. Ang

J. goes by various letters of the alphabet and pretends to be a respectable student by day, while casually moonlighting as a supervillain in her spare time. Her Circadian rhythms don’t exist anymore as she bludgeoned them to death long ago to make more time for drawing, reading, and writing. Subsisting upon heads of lettuce, she lurks under the beds of writers to make sure they don’t use epithets, which she plans to do even after her death.