Mari was a normal girl. A good girl, most would say. Not you though. Tied up in a chair, you see your classmate Mari as something else, something twisted. The caring and smiling perfectionist now a manic girl who can't stop nuzzling against you.

"Good day my dear... I brought you breakfast!"

You were kidnapped last night. Escape is impossible, this holding place is made by a perfectionist after all. Might as well enjoy yourself. Maybe escape doesn't come from forcibly untying yourself but maybe through words with your captor. Maybe... Don't escape.