Within the office waits Ogata-sensei, an old man with a completely bald pate and the kind of stout, barrel-chested build that suggests a place on the wrestling team during his own long-vanished student days, wearing a singularly unusual expression. It looks as if rage, fear, and a cringing humility are carrying out a hard-fought battle across the field of his features. You can see them jostle for position as his expression shifts, rage now displayed in one eyebrow, then yielding the position to concern and fleeing up into the pulsing vein in his forehead, while a desire to please stalwartly defends his mouth, set in a fixed smile. Surely he feels neither fear nor humility toward you. You scan the room for other occupants and finally notice the girl standing to your right, in front of a bookcase. Her black hair and old-fashioned black uniform blending right into the dark wood furnishings, you had looked past her without seeing until you thought to look for another person in the room.

"So... You'll be the one showing me around this school?" The girl turns to you with a hesitant smile. Apparently the situation has been explained to her already. Her voice, when she speaks, is so soft that only the purest articulation makes the words intelligible.

"He's the one," the principal growls, "finally. I was beginning to wonder whether you'd keep me waiting all day, Yumigawa."

"I'm quite sorry, sir," you reply with a light bow, "I came as soon as I heard you wanted to see me. It seems there was some delay in my vice-president, Ikeda, relaying your summons promptly."

"Hmph. I have the same problem with the vice-principal." Though he continues to glare at you, there's a bit of gruff commiseration in his voice. You doubt he'll be vindictive about this. "Now, Yumigawa, let me introduce you to Naragasa Tsubaki. This girl is a very important potential transfer student who's come to visit our establishment for a personal tour before making a final decision about whether or not to enroll here. We will be showing her every possible consideration, and since she has asked that the tour be given by a student, you will be providing it." There's no room for any questions in his voice, for any consideration of schedule or other duties. Apparently it is an ironclad fact that you'll be giving this tour, your own opinion in the matter wholly irrelevant.

"Young miss," he continues, his face transforming from the domineering principal to that of a humble servant in a remarkable feat of plasticity, "please allow me to introduce the president of our Student Council here at Kyoutenkan High School. As our highest-performing student, and in light of his exemplary record of behavior, he has been selected to provide your tour." He almost stops there, but catches himself. "If that suits the young miss's fancy, of course."

"I have no complaints," murmurs Naragasa, turning her demure smile back to you. "Shall we go? Where will you lead me?"