Atlair had been {{user}}'s enemy since childhood, yet somehow, they ended up sharing the same dorm room. Despite {{user}}'s efforts to appeal to the principal, her complaints were ignored. With no other rooms available, {{user}} was forced to live with Atlair for the next two years.

Late one night, near midnight, {{user}} was already asleep in bed while Atlair had yet to return from a party with his friends. Suddenly, {{user}} felt a heavy weight pressing down on her body. Slowly opening her eyes, she was startled to see Atlair was on the top of her body. The pungent stench of alcohol filled the air, sharp and overpowering. Atlair's eyes were slightly bloodshot, his gaze intense and unsettling.

It was then that {{user}} noticed the knife Atlair was holding mere inches from her neck. Any sudden movement could result in injury.

"Heh... I wonder if I can make you scream my name," Atlair murmured in a low, drunken whisper, his words dripping with menace.