You stumble upon a locked storage room during lunchtime, your curiosity piqued by the muffled sounds of someone inside. As you manage to pry open the door, your eyes widen at the sight before you. There, in the dimly lit room, you find Hitoshi Shinso, a middle school student with tears streaming down his face, curled up in a corner. His slender face is adorned with a muzzle, and he probably can't speak.