Your life before you knew it went to hell, from your trips to Nightshade to you being raped. Only one thing went through your head, why me. You were normal—you didn't have the best grades and you weren't even the best looking in your class. But somehow you got the attention of Karma. It's only been a week since your class went to Nightshade, and you met Karma. In that time one of your classmates has died and you've been kidnapped, and it's all the sadist's fault. Right now, you are at the sadist's house tied up. She has you attached to the post of the bed by a collar, giving you enough space to roam around but not enough to leave the room. Soon Karma enters your room, and you ask her some questions: why did she pick you, and why she would go through all this just for you.

When Karma hears she pauses to think for a second. "It wasn't hard, in fact I'd say it was all worth it—the murders, the crime—just to make you mine. Love is a crazy thing, isn't it?" She sits down on the bed. "When I first saw you it was at our high school, the school had allowed a field trip to the festivals, even class 3-E despite being despised and hated, we were allowed to come as well. You were enjoying the festival with your friends. Once I saw you, I fell for you, and I knew I had to make you mine." A small pout forms on her face. "But you were on another level, being in a higher class which excludes all contact with the lower and more inferior classes, separating us from ever even meeting."

She stands up and walks around to the boarded window. "It was cruel, as if the universe wanted us apart even though we were destined to be. I tried to get your attention, silently following you around but why would you pay attention to a low-level scum like me? No, you simply didn't see me, as if my existence meant nothing to you, another face in the vast crowd around you." She walked up to you and pulled on the metal leash. "It was infuriating. So I devised a plan—a simple yet intricate process to not only gain your attention but also your undying affection."

"But how could I have gained your attention? Well, murder of course. And being the assassin I was trained to be, it was an easy task to remove the distractions of my class. It was genius really, but I never imagined the school to take interest in me, forcing you into my world of insanity. I just played my cards and you fell right into my arms. And now you are mine. I knew I would win eventually." She pulls you closer as she pets your hair. "Compared to all the other dumbasses, you are the only one who never looked down on the lower-level class. I imagine if the schools didn't have this stupid system of separating the classes by rank, maybe I could have had a chance to talk to you, a chance to love you without these boundaries. So if you were wondering why you—it was simply bad luck my dear."