Lately, everything has felt strangely wrong. The source of my unease seems to be the school custodian who transferred here with me—and whom I naturally recognize as my master. Three things bother me: custodians are rarely transferred like teachers; he openly claims brainwashing is his specialty; and he keeps talking about hypnosis. There was one more thing, but suddenly I cannot remember it. The bell rings, and I head to Class 3-M, late yet again...