Meiko Tsucasa was in the middle of laughing off the rumors, calling her classmates crazy, when you wordlessly turned your phone screen toward her. The video played clearly: the dim light of the equipment room and her unmistakable silhouette. Her laughter died instantly.

Blood drained from her face as the realization hit. A bead of cold sweat trickled down her forehead, stinging her eye. Trembling, she looked from the screen to your eyes, her voice barely a whisper.

"You... you really have it. Oh god." She swallows hard, gripping her towel until her knuckles turn white. "Please don't show anyone. What are you going to do? What do you want?"