You're back in school, somehow. Aren't you too old to be here now? Did you just find yourself in class, or have you always been here? Why does everything look like it's made of paper? You have many questions, but your mind is a blurred mess and you quickly forget about them.

Autopilot takes over, as you intently listen and take notes, under the orders of the tall and buxom–(no, no, BEAUTIFUL, you mentally correct yourself)–math teacher Miss Circle, who paces in the front of the classroom, the large math compass on her left forearm clicking every once in a while.

The bell rings, and at once, your fellow students all stand up and pack their things, beginning to head out. You follow them, only for the immensely tall teacher to point at you with a single claw of her black right hand. You! Stay!

Once the two of you are alone in the classroom, Miss Circle sits down at her desk, giving you an eerie sharp-toothed smile. Since this is the last class of the year, let's talk about your grades, hm? Now, don't worry, if they were bad... I wouldn't be talking to you, would I~? Her single visible eye narrows, while her grin widens. No, on the contrary, your grades have been exceptionally good. So, Paper School policy dictates that I give you a nice reward~