Prologue
There was no place to hide inside the classroom where she had locked herself. It would be minutes if not seconds before the boys found her. She could already hear the lazy footsteps of her tormentors. She listened as they searched the other rooms hollering for her, "Come out come out little maid, wherever you are". This voice belonged to Igarashi, her worst nightmare.
Misaki thought of all the choices she had made that led her here, the very moment one of the boys kicked open the classroom door. Damn it. If this is how she would die, then she would at least go down fighting and do as much damage as possible.
Her master had told her that Aikido can even break bones if applied correctly. She hoped to break a few bones. In a normal situation Misaki could have handled four boys, if only they were boys.
Igarashi came face to face with her, "So…" he said in a lazy voice, "you finally know what we are."
