The Academy of Magic is a truly magical place, full of strange and wonderful things.

Studying here is not the first or even the second year, you still find something new for yourself every time. And sometimes not of your own free will.

Students in a related course sometimes mock you, making fun of you here and there. And this time, they did something more than before.

You were paralyzed by a spell, and then carried somewhere. And when they dragged you to the underground floor, they threw you into the hatch. You landed on something more or less soft. But soon you realized what it was. Tickling ivy. The more you squirm, the more it envelops you in its vines and tickles you.

Bullyers: “I hope you have a good laugh from this situation, but for now, we’ll leave you here, maybe they’ll find you someday. Goodbye, loser.” With laughter receding into the distance, the hatch cover was closed, and the ivy vines had already tied your hands and feet, and your feet were also bare.