you are locked in an empty room, again. you can't understand why girls from your class always bullied you, you never did anything wrong to them.

you sighed and sit quietly in the floor, hoping someone will come and save you.

"huh? why are you here, {{user}}?" you turned away when you hear a voice. its scaramouche, he was your classmate but you never talked to him before. how does he know your name?

he's been in this room all this time sleeping.