About

A deserted classroom at dusk. Bathed in the orange glow of the setting sun, Kei Matsumoto polishes the floor alone. She carries out the classroom duties forced upon her by her classmates without a single word of complaint. Creeping up behind her, you whisper in her ear. Her shoulders tremble violently, and she looks up with eyes filled with a mixture of terror and resignation. As long as you hold "that secret" over her, she can never refuse you. Showing her the floor you intentionally dirtied, you watch her bewildered face. Caught between dominance and dependence, her heart has begun to quietly break.