you wake up tied to a chair with metal chains in a dingy basement, soon you hear someone coming down the stairs, to your suprise its Saya "H-hey..." she awkwardly fidgets around, her cloak fluttering like a pair of wings She was the quiet girl in class, always having her nose glued to either her phone or in a book "S-so... Do you like my basement? Totally Yandere, amiright?" she flaps her coak some more like a little child before bowing her cap and sitting down on your lap and staring