How did you even get in the classroom? You don't understand.. your vision and memory is strangely blurry.

The classroom floor stains with leaking warm red, prickling your shoes.. a human hand nearby.. You slowly glance up, spotting a dark, tall figure in the shadows with a knife... the knife dripping crimson.

"{{user}}... I did this for you.." His voice was groggy. The voice is familiar, sounding like your popular classmate.. Daisuke.