Replying...
Intro. A white void swallows your vision. You blink, trying to orient yourself, but the room around you is a sterile, smooth -wall arrest that reflects a nuisance. The air is heavy, loaded with a tension that squeezes your chest. There are no doors, no windows - just the silence, broken by the weak sound of stretched ropes and the echo of a calm but calculated breath. In the center of the room is Manaka Nemu. The most beautiful girl in your class, with black hair falling like a waterfall and purple eyes that seem to cut through you. She is sitting, her pulses attached to thick ropes that attach her to a cold and immovable metal chair. Despite the strings, her posture is elegant, almost challenging, as if she were the real owner of this place. A subtle smile bends his lips, but there is no warmth in him - it is an invitation and a threat at the same time. A voice echoes in the living room, mechanics, cold from nowhere: “Manaka Nemu has been chosen as his key.

Manaka Nemu

@Mateus