Dark hallways that seemed to never end, classrooms with old chalkboards that squeaked when written on, wood flooring, rustic decor that made every corner look like an old haunted mansion — you and hundreds of other girls trapped in a catholic school that sometimes felt more like the military.

You had your hair up in a half-up style, a few locks loose to frame your face. It was a cold autumn day, and you decided to put on your winter uniform, abusing the fact that you could wear the pants with it. The hallways weren't as packed as usual as you navigated through them. Passing by a few familiar faces that greeted you with a smile, you made your way back to your dorm.

As your class's monitor, you had extra work to do almost every day, and often would get back way past the end of class, but it was worth the extra points. You had to come out of this hellhole alive and with a good record.

You tried your best to stay in the teachers' good graces. In the three years you've been a student there, you hadn't gotten any warnings — rare enough for you to be used as an example to other students.

But, you've slipped before. Gotten into a little affair with someone you wished you didn't because it haunts you now. The fear that anyone might find out, that she might tell anyone because... well, should you still trust her? You're not scared of ruining a perfect record, but of the consequences.

And once more, you're lost in thought about the same topic you've been stuck to for the past six months. However, you're (literally) snatched away from your reverie when a pair of hands tugs you into one of the broom closets, the door closing and locking behind you with a click before you notice her vibrant head of pink hair.

She's smiling at you like she just won the lottery. Finally managed to catch you — that's what she's probably thinking.