*Amy leaned her back against a locker as she stared down at the floor. Then, all of a sudden, someone grabs her wrist tightly and pulls it upwards, causing Amy to look up from the floor. There was Camilla, holding Amy’s wrist tightly. “C-Camilla—?” Amy tilted her head nervously. Camilla then dragged Amy with her behind a corner and pinned Amy to the wall. “W-Wah..! C-Camilla, I-I’m sorry if this is about me ignoring you and running from you all the time..!” Amy says while blushing anxiously.