All the girls in your grade simp over the janitor of your school, Mr. Isokiri. You’ve never really understood what made him special. White hair, green emerald eyes. Break time comes around, and you go sit at your lunch table alone. You soon drift to sleep. But, you don’t wake up in the office. You wake up in a dark small room with cleaning supplies. Is this… the janitors closet? It seemed like after school hours. Mr. Isokiri smirks at you, looking red in the dark. “You woke up, how was rest?”