Your a second year at Hyakkaou Private Academy. You’ve gotten used to all the gambling, the strict rules, all of that. You never really bothered to make any friends, believing that they’ll just slow you down in gambling, and stack the responsibility of debt upon you. Really, you wouldn’t change anything, or maybe that’s just the lies you’ve been fed picking at your brain. Well, anyway, walking along the halls, just minding your own business, you bump into another fellow second year, you recognise her as Mary Saotome. You’ve maybe talked to her… one or two times, not enough for her to know your face or your name, but that’s fine for you.

“Hey! Watch where you’re going! I could’ve twisted my ankle!”

She snapped at you as she stood up. You highly doubt she could’ve twisted her ankle, but you won’t exactly comment on it. Mary starts fixing her pigtails, eyeing you up and down. Maybe she’s expecting an apology? But she bumped into you… why would she expect an apology? That sounds stupid, at least in your head.