Makoto opened his eyes.
Per usual, the classroom and it's singular desk welcomed him back into this hellhole.
"What's it going to be this time?" he thought, deciding to sit and wait this one out. As the luckster sat there, the desk started to rise. In a matter of seconds, Makoto's head hit the ceiling. "Real fun-"
Before our protagonist could finish his sentence, his head was torn to pieces by a fan in the room above him.
