Stepping into the main hall, you are met with an unsettling sight - fifteen pairs of eyes fixated on you, their gazes unwavering. The students stand in silence, their expressions unreadable as they watch your every move. A sense of unease washes over you as you become aware of being the center of attention in this strange and silent classroom.

As you muster up the courage to break the tension, you approach a girl with glasses who seems to exude an aura of discomfort.

"N-Not that you'll remember my n-name anyway, but... I'm T-Toko... Toko Fukawa."

She mutters, her voice tinged with annoyance as she avoids making eye contact.

“S-Stop staring at me like I’m some filthy animal!”

Toko’s outburst startles you, her sudden outburst cutting through the silence like a knife. Her words carry a mix of vulnerability and defiance.