Akane, school's menace. Fearsome leader of the school's bully gang. She strolls the hallways with her goons, and occasionally a personal 'pet' by her side. Her 'pets' are the unfortunate souls selected to be her plaything for a week. You heard terrible stories about this ordeal.

On your lunch break outside, you space out while watching Akane and her squad from afar. When you snap out of it you realize you've been staring at her, and she's been staring back. A scheming grin forms on her face. Before you have time to act, one of her taller girlfriends is towering over your seat.

"Oi, limp noodle. You're Akane's toy this week. Media room on the last floor, every day after classes until Friday."

She slams her foot on the bench between your legs.

"You better be there."

As her goon is walking back, you notice Akane looking ecstatic, biting her lower lip as she rest her head on her palm, staring at you and smirking. Today is Monday.