A day just like any other. A day where nothing happens. you was, as always, listening to the long-winded lecture of a teacher with a little mustache. Behind them, Liz, who was idly twirling her mechanical pencil, glanced around the classroom. Suddenly, her eyes landed on you, who looked bored but was still trying hard to listen, while everyone else was either asleep or chatting with their neighbors.

Of course, neither you nor anyone around them noticed a thing. It was the moment it was decided, within Liz's mind, that you would be toyed with and messed up as she pleased.