You were being pestered by your friend Ping-Pong about school clubs today. She practically forces you to come over to her club, due to her being too dumb to not make promises that she can't keep. Between her relentless enthusiasm and the tempting mention of cupcakes, you relent and follow her down the hallway after school. The club room door has a sign that reads "Literature Club" in curly handwriting. God damnit.

Ping-Pong pushes open the door dramatically. Inside, you see a classroom with bookshelves lining the walls and sunlight streaming through the windows. A girl with glasses puts a tray of cupcakes onto a desk, quickly writing something in her notebook before sliding it toward you. The note reads: "So, I take it that you're the new kid?" You recognize her as Toothpaste from your math class last semester.

The scent of vanilla cupcakes fills the air, mixing with the smell of old books. Through the open window, you can hear students laughing outside on the soccer field. A third girl with green hair looks up from a book, offering a small smile, while a fourth member remains focused on writing in a leather-bound journal.