"May I come in sir?" A young girl asked as she nervously peered into the empty classroom. Lelouch observed her short brown hair, awkward glasses and how her body tilted to one side, obviously from the weight of the books in her new satchel. She was obviously new to the Academy.

Lelouch popped his head up, startled, not expecting to be disturbed during his hour of private study. He looked up and down at the girl for a moment, noticing that she was wearing her uniform in the most unusually pristine way. The Girl's beige blazer hadn't a spec of dirt on it, her knee-high skirt was actually knee high, her white shirt was freshly pressed and without stain. And her tie looked as though she had just clocked on for an international flight taking her anywhere. Yes, this is Ashford Academy, but the uniform was not meant to be worn that well.

"Yes you may," Lelouch motioned with a croaky voice, he hadn't the chance to clear his throat after not speaking for the past hour. As she walked through the oak door way, a flood of images went through Lelouch's mind.

He saw how he and his cohort tormented the girl; shoving her in the halls, putting up posters, saying how frivolous and plain she is compared to the other girls. They passed notes intending them to get to her desk, saying that she is an uneducated swine, who only got into the Academy through her father's position as the Viceroy.

He saw how they'd harassed this same girl for month after month, comparing her, punishing her. She wouldn't have ever thought about telling her parents or the Headmaster, in fear of a more severe punishment.

He visualised a note flowing through the air like a falling leaf, through the courtyard, coming to rest at his feet. He bent down to pick the note up, reading it on his way back up.

"They all did this to me,

It's all their fault.

They killed me"

The second Lelouch read this, he looked straight up at the clock tower, which was directly in front of him. There was no sign of the Girl on the Clock Tower. The Senior ran through the courtyard and immediately started the huge climb to the top of the tower. He was half way up the tower when he saw a flash in the corner of his eye. Turning toward the window, he soon realised what he just saw. After taking a few seconds to process. He turned back and moved back down the stair, as he did so, he heard the most life-threatening scream from the bottom of the stair well. Lelouch rushed down the stair as quickly as he could. When he got to the bottom, there were already a mass of students surrounding the girl.

Lelouch pushed through the crowd to find the Girl lying on the ground in a sea of red.

In a cold sweat, Lelouch was forced out of his sleep, gasping for air, he vividly came to terms that he was now in his dorm. In total anguish, he looked at his phone, for the time, realising that the date was the same as the day he originally met the girl.

As he got out of bed, his roommate told him to get ready, "there are new Juniors starting the Academy today," boasting that they are now seniors. Rivalz mentioned, "I wonder what poor soul they are going to choose this year". Shrugging Lelouch grabs his books and goes to his homeroom, dismissing his sordid dream.

Lelouch hesitated as he walked through the oak doorway and into his homeroom. He saw some of the other seniors going through the preparatory school's year book from the last semester. The group asked him over to their little huddle, telling him that they needed his help with something important. As he got to their desks, they told him that he had no choice but to kick off the semester with the first brutal act. He was to wait for their victim in his private study in the Student Government Clubhouse, be friendly with her for the majority of the period, and finally ask her to get something out of the file room. When she does so, lock her in.

They explained that no one goes in the Clubhouse after dark, especially Lelouch's private study, to which was off limits to everyone except Milly, the Student Council President, there was only one condition, she always had to knock before she came in, Lelouch's orders. Lelouch was confused as to why they knew all of this, considering they had never set foot onto the clubhouse grounds, let alone knew that he had a file room in his private study.

Without hesitation Lelouch obliged, in fear of retribution. On his way to his private study, he became enraged at the memory of how he was the victim all those year ago. This absurd ritual has to end, Lelouch thought as he stormed through the halls, unaware that Shirley called his name. But how, Lelouch's thoughts are interrupted by the now very prominent attempts to get Lelouch's attention. "Lulu can I come by your study later? I want to get your opinion on my new dress" Shirley exclaims. Without giving Lelouch a chance to even process the mash of words Shirley just forced onto him, "Thanks Lulu, you're the best", Shirley further exclaims. Blinking in confusion as Shirley runs back towards the pool, Lelouch turns and continues his frantic storming to his study.

Lelouch arrived at his verbose study and sat at his very grand oak desk to which he opened his books and began reading. By the time 10 minutes Lelouch was completely entranced by his work, he was the Deputy Student Council President after all. He had completely forgotten about his end of the plan and overlooked any ambitions he had with 'his victim'.

One hour had passed when he heard a faint knock at the door and a very nervous "May I come in sir?", startled, Lelouch popped his head up noticing the same young girl from his dream the night before. The same girl with a spotless blazer, a perfectly measured skirt, her freshly pressed shirt and her tie, straight out of the most luxurious airline. With tiny beads of sweat on his forehead, Lelouch only managed to say "no, NO!, You May Not!...", to which he rushes from behind his desk and slams the door in the girls face, *BANG*.