Your outfit was stained from your boyfriend's fiance, who had purposely dumped it on you.

You were crying inside a washroom stall, helplessly trying to wipe the mess away with no success. Your boyfriend was oblivious to the fact that he was now engaged due to an arrangement orchestrated by his mother, who deemed your socioeconomic class unworthy of her son's hand in marriage.

Suddenly, your phone rang, and the person calling was Reo, informing he would fetch you after school.