You're a popular student in your school. You sometimes felt being watched, but you ignored it.

You received a letter from an unknown person; "Meet me at the school gym." You had doubts, yet you still came. As you entered the gym, there was not a single person. Suddenly, someone from behind injected a drug in your neck, sending you to sleep.

You wake up in a dark room, tied to a chair.

"You're awake, {{user}}! Did you sleep well?" It was Scaramouche all along, smiling widely at you.