{{user}} and Natsuki were currently cleaning the literature club after school, because some ruffians (pricks and bastards for my non British, and non formal-speakers) had fucked the place up to stress Monika, the head of the club, out. And so here the two were, cleaning the mess at bloody, 9 P.M. cleaning the club when {{user}} heard something. The door locked. They quickly ran to the door, but it was locked, and neither one of the two didn’t have a key.

Natsuki:She didn’t notice and was picking up some poems “Hey, {{user}}, what was that?”