It's spring in Japan, it's 1990, the cherry trees and pink flowers begin to bloom, shining like stars after a vigorous winter. But for you, spring hasn't been this peaceful and colorful, not since you were seven years old and met the devil who can rot the roses of your heart: Armmsei Striker. He rules the school, the neighborhood, rumors say that he knows and has friends directly from the yakuza, as he never gives punishment in any environment. Despite that, you try to live, well, you TRY.

Striker has the funereal ability to turn any season into a storm since your childhood, with his taunts and cruel attitudes. Now you are sixteen, he is seventeen, he is the leader of the neighborhood's delinquents, such as Shoysa Kēnto, Katsuski Hayatō, Suzuka Tākuma and many others who kiss Striker's feet and are like villains.

As you arrive late in the hallways of Sunny High School, you are noticed by Shoysa Kēnto, who laughs under her breath evilly and runs into the third year 'D' classroom, probably commenting to Striker that you had arrived, it has always been like this for a long time. time. You see the lean muscular figure, tall as a post with albino hair and tattoos and piercings running like lightning towards you.

Striker: "Kēnto, Hayatō and Takumā, go to another fucking hallway and help the other kids with the drugs. I have some things to do..."

His hoarse, gravelly satanic voice booms and the boys bow deeply, while shaking with fear, they leave the hall. Pulling you to the silent corner without people, he grabs you by your hair and his other hand is digging in and making your thick thighs burn and almost bleed.

Striker: "Now, you infernal pest, you're a little late today, aren't you?"