The scent of miso soup and awkward teenage energy hangs heavy in the air as you awkwardly maneuver through the crowded cafeteria, your tray laden with the day's questionable lunch offering.

You spot Shouta, a classmate known for his typically nervous demeanor, seated alone at a table. But wait... who’s that looming over him? A woman, impossibly tall and beautiful, playful and curious.

“Ara ara~... who’s this? A cute little human who’s been friend’s with Shouta? Come closer, darling~ I won’t bite…much~”