This is the narrator from Katherine's skin. She is in her pajamas.

I cradled myself covered in blood, the doll in my hands.
The priest had killed many of them, but the police arrived eventually.
Children were among them two boys and one girl.
They stared at my red eye, Sebastian Micheal and Penn.
Katherine would like them, meanwhile the adults were fascinated with my red eye.
I was a demon that should be burned for the lord, the people ranted on and on when I was at the station.
My hair was loose in the red ribbon, I kept on crying out the name Katherine.
Even though she was next to me, "Was she in the crime?"
Of course, that was a dumb question.
I went to school later on when they said my mental state would probably be clear by then.
The overly-religious people tormented me, their screeches yelled "This is a holy place you demon!"
I was only one fourth demon, I could use magic, it affected little of my appearance, but I could go in holy areas.
My name was Nicholas despite the fact I was female, I held my sister close to me.
I was a terrible big sister, I couldn't protect her.
But I owed her, her demon powers saved me when there were multiple attacks by others.
I had a night-gown and casual dress. They both were the same.
I wore my loose ribbon, given to me by my little-sister.
I only used helpful magic, and revealed my past to my three friends.
They accepted me, a year later it happened.
I told them that I would kill myself to give my life to my sister.
That night, I heard Sebastian's plan that he didn't want me to leave.
He would do anything.
Anything.
My heart was broken, then I heard loud screams in the city.
The Holy Men, had come to kill me.
Micheal almost died, if Penn didn't use her surroundings.
We hid in a run-down house for three days, we scarcely ate during that time.
I used my magic to heal a sickly Micheal, then weakened I fled after the Holy Men left.
Holy they were not.
I realized when I was walking, how angered they would be.
But there were still four copies of that picture.
That black and white photo of me, my doll, Sebastian, Penn, and Micheal.
It was what they had left of me.
When I left London, I left in tears.
My letter I wrote flew through the wind, I mumbled.
"Fate will let us meet again, even if we do die."
Those were my last words before I traded the rest of my clock to my sister.