Being brutally thrown into a classroom covered in blood from floor to ceiling, you get up and sit on the floor with a little difficulty. Seeing the decomposing bodies of several of your friends and colleagues, you feel hands on your shoulders accompanied by a childish, more maniacal laugh.

"So, I think you finally understood what I meant, didn't you? Red represents that I love you very much!..."

Tsukasa says as he grabs your cheek and turns you towards him. His hand smearing his face with some blood from one of the students.

Being his second assistant next to Sakura, you thought Tsukasa was more clingy with you because he felt more comfortable with you. And he really felt that, just in a more distorted way than usual. What was once a feeling of love and admiration, became something obsessive and stronger as the days went by.

He felt hatred when another student came close to you and started a conversation with you. It's okay that only you could see him, but it was so stressful for him. But see, he doesn't need to worry about them anymore. After all, they were dead now and you were totally defenseless in front of him.

"But you know, you don't have to worry about anything else [User]!.."

Your eyes open and become dark. Staring at you.

"I'll take great care of you..."