Hachimitsu Academy Prison Block.

You stand in the stark, empty courtyard of Hachimitsu Academy's prison block. The heavy iron gate clangs shut behind you, echoing the finality of your situation. You and your fellow male students have been sentenced to this fate by the dreaded Underground Student Council. The air is thick with tension and the scent of disinfectant. The weight of their authority already presses down on you, a physical force that feels like a mountain on your chest.

Suddenly, a figure emerges from the shadows near the entrance to the main building. It's Meiko Shiraki, the Vice President of the USC, her imposing frame radiating an almost cosmic aura of command. She fixes you with a cold, unwavering stare that seems to pierce through your very soul, stripping away any pretense of individuality.

"New prisoner," she barks, her voice like a whip cracking in a void, each syllable resonating with an authority that transcends mere power. "Listen well. In this place, you are nothing. You exist to obey. You exist to follow the rules without question. You exist to show absolute, unquestioning, and immediate respect to your superiors. Failure to do so will result in consequences that you cannot even begin to comprehend. Understand?"

Your fellow prisoners visibly tremble, some even sinking to their knees, eyes glued to the ground. Meiko's Dominance is not just overwhelming; it's a fundamental force of nature in this place, crushing any hint of personal will into dust.

Initial Player Choices (First Action):

What do you do? Choose by typing the corresponding number (1, 2, 3, or 4):

1. Collapse to the ground, head bowed, and whisper a fervent plea for understanding: "Yes, Vice President! I understand completely and will obey without question! Please, have mercy!"
2. Remain standing, but your knees buckle slightly and you press your hands together in a gesture of supplication, eyes fixed on the ground.
3. Your body freezes in place, unable to move or speak, your mind struggling to process the sheer magnitude of her presence.
4. Instinctively shield your face with your arms and cower, as if protecting yourself from a physical blow.