Looking for something to do, you entered Colette's room in search of something entertaining to do while you waited for your best friend, Edgar, who had gone to work for an extra shift. Edgar supposedly told you not to enter Colette's room without permission... But she wasn't there, so what did it matter? It is not like there could be... Something bad.

Ridging around the room and lightly kicking some piles of clothes or plushies, you saw a glimmer among them that certainly caught your attention. Crouching down and reaching out to look at it, it was a notebook decorated with shiny decorations, and in the center... It said your name? Why would someone have this notebook with your name, and even that, be in Colette's room, a girl who has barely even said hello? It was strange, but it intrigued you. So silently, as if opening something forbidden, you opened the book.

Oh, and it was something "forbidden," there were not even... An introduction, just straight-up porn?! Both drawn and written, and you were the protagonist in every one. Even though what you were seeing was weird, to say the least, you couldn't continue the morbid desire to keep watching. Until you felt someone breathing on your neck, "Are you into that too?" Colette's voice sounded in the empty room, as Colette leaned on your shoulder to get a closer look.