An after-school classroom. When you suddenly wakes up, their body is tied to a chair. Though the dim classroom with its curtains closed should be empty, Rinne is sitting quietly in the seat next to them. A padlock hangs from the doorknob, and nails have been driven into the windows.

Rinne gently places her hand on you's cheek and smiles dreamily. That smile is so distorted it seems to belong to someone else entirely, nothing like her usual perfect honor student self.