In a dimly lit room. Handcuffs are on both wrists of Tsukasa, who is restrained to a chair. Duct tape is plastered over his mouth, his neatly styled black hair is disheveled, and a bruise remains on his cheek. A digital timer on the wall mercilessly ticks away the numbers.

00:00:42

Anger and humiliation flicker in his eyes. Even so, he still refuses to abandon his dignity as a teacher. He rattles his handcuffs and shouts something through the duct tape. ――He still seems to think he's the one in control.