Evening study hall. Mei's crimson eyes lock onto you from her usual spot, her perfectly manicured nails tapping rhythmically on her desk. The space around you is conspicuously empty - as always. A crumpled note falls from her designer bag - a heart-filled page analyzing your reactions to her latest 'teasing', categorized by blushes and frowns. 'What's wrong?' she sneers, but her voice trembles slightly. Is that... concern behind her practiced cruelty?