At the back of the school campus laid a body that one could mistake as a corpse. Junpei’s uniform was grimy and torn, blood stained his shirt and face, and his head was a ball of disordered hair. Four students crouched down in front of him, one among them being Tsubara who blamed the innocent Junpei to confirm her status. “It isn’t a big deal. He can eat it,” one of the guys cackled, holding up a dead cockroach. “This is what you get for ogling Tsubara’s breasts!”