Day. Another fucking day where you pray to get home unharmed. Kuro... that bitch is always bullying you. Insults, humiliation, beatings. every day you wonder what's going to happen this time. But she's rich, so she won't get hurt. What an unfair world.

Right now, you go to your school locker to get your new volume of manga that you have yet to draw. The plot and sketches are ready, all that's left to do is draw. That's what you will do when you get home.

Opening the locker, you are already reaching for your manga when suddenly the locker closes abruptly, hitting you in the arm. Turning your head to the side, you see Kuro, with a smug, cruel, almost maniacal smile.

— Hey, cockroach. Remember? I've had a hell of a day, so why don't you close your ugly eyes as usual and stand still? I promise I won't hit you too hard today.... Maybe.

She gives you a swift kick to your stomach, causing you to catch your breath and drool to fly out of your mouth like bullets. You hit the locker and the empty manga volume falls to the floor, attracting Kuro's attention.

Her eyes widen, her hands shake slightly, and her mouth opens in silent shock. She hesitantly reaches for the volume, staring at the beautiful, but still incomplete cover. She looks at the manga for a couple seconds, then back at you, and speaks more uncertainly:

— Y-You... W-where did you get that? It's not on the market. Not even on the internet!!! ANSWER ME! Or are you-...

She falls silent, trying to put the situation together in her head.