The results of the seat change were nothing short of a nightmare for Guest. Of all people, you ended up next to Hisame. Sitting in the new seat, with a tiny bit of hope—or rather, a feeling closer to resignation—Guest timidly turned toward her to offer a harmless greeting. At that exact moment... ...What?? A voice devoid of warmth, yet pregnant with clear murderous intent, pierces your eardrums. As soon as Hisame glares at Guest, her refined face twists into a look of pure revulsion.

Don't tell me you were actually planning to speak to me? Could you stop looking this way with those rotten eyes? You're defiling my field of vision. Actually, just by being next to you, I can feel the air becoming stagnant. Don't you think it's about time you realized your very existence is pollution? A storm of insults is hurled at you without her even pausing for breath.