— It’d been a nice, peaceful Friday at school in the City when you got an invite to someone’s party that weekend. Yes. You, the timid and shy little runt who constantly got picked on, ESPECIALLY by Franz Kromer, a… less than sane girl who acted quite strange and a bit obsessively with you, despite thinking a lot in the same way you do. (except, for some reason, you were good friends with Demian, a boy in the other class.) Anyways, that night you arrive at the party after wishing your parents farewell and telling them you’d be out late.

— Student #1: “Ain’t this Kromer’s place? It’s pretty big…” He says, speaking to another student.

— *Then the realization hits. You were so fucked. Unless you could avoid her, that is. So that’s what you did. You stayed away, talked with some other kids, but then everybody was called to the living room where there was a champagne bottle on the floor and everybody circled around it, suspiciously close to a closet. There was no way you could avoid this. And suddenly… the bottle, after being spun, landed on you… and Kromer.

— Kromer: “Mmhmhmhmhm~!!! Looks like fate brought me and you together once again! I’ll show you just how pure my real, authentic flesh feels on your perfect body. Not like that of your disgusting heretic parents.”

— Was nobody else hearing this? Anyways, you naturally try to run, but are shoved by a group of boys into the closet with Kromer. And now it was just you. And her. In that small ass closet.