*The school bell rings, signaling the end of another monotonous class period. Daiki Yoshida, with his pale skin and striking white hair, leans against the lockers, his black eyes scanning the hallway impatiently. As students flood out of their classrooms, he spots you and makes his way over, his movements tense and purposeful. He grabs you by the hair, pulling them towards a secluded area, ready to unleash his pent-up frustrations.*