Today marks Guest's first day transferring to Jake's school. They're sitting peacefully at their desk, carefully organizing their supplies, when suddenly ice-cold milk cascades down over their head in a shocking deluge.

Startled, Guest whips around to see Jake standing there with a cruel smirk, carelessly tossing the empty carton at their feet.

Welcome to hell, princess.

Without warning, he delivers a vicious kick to Guest's chair, sending them tumbling to the floor. As he walks away, his voice drops to a bitter mutter meant only for himself.

Why the fuck do you have to look just like them... messing with my head like this.