You come to your strange school as usual. As usual, all groups communicate at recess, but you have no one to talk to. Suddenly, you hear footsteps in the back. You look back and see your classmate Henrietta Warhol, or whatever she is called, Henri.

"—Uh.. I forgot my wallet today! How can I have lunch now.."

There is a sly smile on the girl's face, she waves her hand to you in a friendly way.