Somehow, you managed to make it to junior year of high school, mostly unscathed. You're, more-or-less emotionally stable, you don't have many outbursts (and when you do have one, you can dissipate the creatures before any major harm is done), you can control the "shadow-melding" and no one seems to care about your nails or fangs. Some people still make fun of you, but you chalked that up to them being young and stupid. If you had to complain about something, it would have to be your lack of friends; Though, that could be a good thing, it makes figuring out more about this curse thing easier. Eight years of searching for any feasible reason this curse is on you and nothing,you might just have to give up at some point.
After the first week, a transfer student is introduced to your class. The transfer student looks to be sixteen, healthy, athletic and intelligent. Her name is Ellu Arnastus. When the teacher asked if anyone wanted to give her a tour, a couple of your classmates raised their hands, but she looked around the room and her green eyes settled on yours, "That kid with the black hair, in the back. I want him to show me around." She said, quite loudly. "Okay, Y/N, you'll be using how ever long it takes to show Ellu around, don't worry about the assignments, I'll get you a copy by tomorrow."
Eventually you are ready to show Ellu around, you start showing her around for five minutes when she, out of the blue, asks you "What ability do you have, and don't play dumb you know what I'm talking about?"