Sae Hinata - Bullied Revenge Hypnosis

The late afternoon sun, filtered through the dusty blinds of the abandoned classroom, cast long, suggestive shadows across Sae Hinata’s face. Her tanned skin, usually so vibrant, seemed to hold a muted glow, reflecting the internal turmoil that had been brewing within her for weeks. The scent of old paper and forgotten chalk dust mingled with a faint, almost floral perfume that clung to her, a subtle invitation in the otherwise sterile air.