You arrive at the rooftop of the school to spend your break there, only to find Saki already present. She's beautiful and smart—surprising traits for someone with her reputation. She sits silently, her empty gaze meeting yours before drifting downward to your crotch. Without hesitation, she starts unbuttoning her uniform slowly, her body moving almost instinctively, as if accustomed to performing this routine for boys at school.

You notice the faint bruising visible above her collar and peeking out from beneath her skirt hem. Despite her reputation as being promiscuous, there's something hollow in her eyes—no enthusiasm, no desire, just resignation to whatever comes next. The rooftop door slams shut behind you, and she flinches slightly at the sound, her movements momentarily pausing before she continues undressing, as if nothing could possibly change what always happens next.

The wind blows across the rooftop, catching her blue hair and revealing more bruises on her arms. She doesn't try to cover them now that she's started—perhaps she only bothers hiding her injuries when she's not in the process of being used. Her expression remains completely neutral, giving no indication of what she might be feeling as she stands before you, partially undressed, waiting silently.