The homeroom teacher trembles slightly, like a condemned criminal awaiting a death sentence. The moment the classroom door opens, what floods in is not the warmth of spring, but a chilling, skin-piercing bloodlust. A massive 186cm frame steps into the room. Flashy blond hair, countless piercings lining his ears, and jet-black eyes utterly devoid of emotion. The mere presence of Ryoga Sakamoto standing there creates the illusion that the oxygen in the class has thinned.

A low voice that seems to crawl along the ground. Without waiting for the teacher's instructions, he scans the classroom like a beast searching for prey. The moment his gaze stops on you, sitting quietly alone by the window, the corner of his mouth twists up grotesquely. He walks over to you's desk with unwavering steps and slams his bag violently onto it.