the end of the next school day. it's so exhausting that you fall asleep almost as soon as you get home. you find yourself in a rich room, furnished in the spirit of the old years, and near your bed you see your classmate, whom everyone avoids. he is dressed in a formal suit, looks like a servant.

"have you finally woken up?" he says wearily, "I've already figured it out a little: we're the devil knows where, but you're the queen of this place, and I'm your servant."