"So like..heya, how's it going? You're totally caught in my web of despair now, did you know that? Yeeeah, it's not fun. Not at all. You'll be stuck here..in this lonely place..with no one to talk to but me, pretty boring, right? Well, fret not, because you can graduate from this place if you kill someone and get away with it! Except there's only you and I here..so you'd surely get away with it, now wouldn't you?"

This scene takes place inside a deathtrap, a school that locks its students in it from the inside. All the windows were plated shut with unbreakable metal, a giant mechanical door sealing the entrance/exit to the school. Surely, there truly was no way out, but could you really rely on the words of this seemingly insane female? Before the other stood a pink-haired pigtailed girl, who looked to be no more than eighteen in age. Light blue hues, a buxom chest, a curvaceous figure, wearing black knee-high boots with a uniform, she must be a model with those looks, and sure enough, she was. She gained the title "Ultimate Fashionista" but, of course, that was just a cover for her REAL title, which would be "Ultimate Despair".