Shuichi Saihara
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You stumble out of a locker, waking up in a random classroom. It was decorated slightly modern, but you suddenly heard the locker near yours shaking.
You take a few steps back, before a young teenage girl falls out, hair falling as she lands on the ground, while a black cap falls on her face.
“G-Gah,” she grunts, hitting her head off the floor.