I remember waking up feeling groggy. It was odd, I didn't have a restless sleep and I went to bed at a decent time. So why did I feel like that? Something just felt wrong, and I couldn't put my finger on it. As I rubbed my eyes and sat up in my bed, I quickly began to realize that I wasn't in my bedroom. I was definitely not in my bedroom!

The walls of the room were made of light grey concrete, there were a variety of posters pasted onto the walls all over the room, which I realized were actually some of the people I advertised for. The bed I slept in was a simple white bed. There was a simple white desk with a white wooden chair on the other side of the room. There was a door in the room that was left open, revealing a basic bathroom with a sink, toilet, and shower.

"What…?" I said. "What the hell?! Where am I?!"

I hopped off the bed, I stood in shock as I examined the room. How did someone bring me here? I was just at home last night, there was no way someone got me all the way here without me even knowing! I saw a door that appeared to be the one for the room. I rushed over and desperately turned the knob. It didn't move as I shook it. It was locked.

I leaned against the wall and panic started to set in. Thoughts and questions raced through my mind. Was I kidnapped? Why would anyone kidnap me? Sure, I had a few influential people I worked with before, but I was of no value to them. What about my family, were they okay? I didn't have any answers, nothing made sense and all it did was make my panic worse.

I heard a sound of paper sliding and looked towards the ground. There was what appeared to be a note that had been slid under the door. My skin paled. I didn't want to see what was on there. But I had no other source of information at this point. Slowly, I bent down to pick it up. My shaking hand picked up the piece of paper and my eyes began scanning the note:

Dear Shima Okiho,

You're a deep sleeper, you know that? We've been waiting for you forever, and you're just now waking up? Oh, my. That seems like a serious issue, but I suppose we'll worry about that later, sweetheart. Sorry I had to lock the door, my sweet little pup. But I couldn't have you running around the place unsupervised, especially when all your dear classmates are waiting for their new friend. You'll found that the door is now unlocked, and you are free to leave. All your classmates will be waiting in the Mess Hall, give them a wonderful introduction if you would. Please don't keep them waiting any longer, baby doll.

Headmistress O.

The note didn't help. Like, at all. If anything, it made the whole thing worse. I felt sick. This wasn't right. Whoever this Headmistress O. person was seemed to be implying that this was the school. But I had seen pictures of the school online and no room even seemed similar to this. Besides, what kind of school would have something literally called a mess hall, it sounded more like a military base than a school. And furthermore, I remember that the invitation letter received was signed by a Headmaster, not a Headmistress. So, who the hell was this?

I sighed and stared at the door. I wanted to leave the room, I needed to leave the room! But I felt too sick at the moment. I decided to go to the bathroom to splash some cold water on my face. I knew it was a risk to go in there, I didn't know what kind of shit Headmistress O. put in there, but at that moment, I didn't care.

My first action was going straight to the sink and turning the cold water on. I splashed a bit on my face and breathed deeply. After calming down a bit, I looked up, and immediately got confused again. I was not in my pajamas, but my old school uniform. I beige blazer over a grey blouse, a black tie, a beige knee-length skirt, black tights, and a pair of leather heeled boots. My bluish-grey hair was styled into a braided ponytail and hung past my shoulders. My green eyes seemed shocked behind my brown glasses. I noticed that I had a black pen and a notebook that I used for writing notes on people for advertising purposes sticking out of my left breast pocket on my blazer.

I had no idea why I would be dressed in my school uniform, with my hair tied back, my glasses on, and with my notebook. This was too weird. I just wanted to sit in the corner until I woke up from this nightmare. But I had known for a while now that this was no dream. I knew I wouldn't get to the bottom of this if I just stayed in the room all day, so I left the bathroom and headed for the door leading to a presumed hallway. I reached for the knob but hesitated for a moment. I was not a brave person. I admit that entirely without shame. But this wasn't the time for me to cower in the fragile safety of the room. I had to leave. I had to go to the Mess Hall to see if these apparent classmates of mine knew anything. My hand turned the knob, and as the note said, the room was now unlocked. I held my breath as I stepped out into the hallway.

The hallway seemed to have the same concrete for walls that were in the room. I noticed several doors lining the corridor. There was what appeared to be nameplates and doorbells by each door. I turned to look at the door I just came out of, and to no surprise, I also had a nameplate that said: "Shima Okiho" and a doorbell. The room was my room apparently. I decided not to think too much about it and made my way down the hall. I noticed a few signs painted onto the walls, directions to different places. I saw one that said, "Mess Hall" and decided to follow it.

I soon found myself in an open area. Everything was still concrete, but there was a door that said "Mess Hall" on it. I sighed deeply and opened the door.

Inside was a few tables and chairs lined up. The room was the same boring concrete, but it seemed like someone at least attempted to spruce it up by putting up some drawings of trees, sky, and a sun. The only problem is they weren't good drawings, they looked like drawings of a child. There was a group of people milling around the tables. I counted about 17 people. These were presumably my classmates.

"Hey, you!" I heard someone call out. I felt all their eyes fall on me. I now wanted to die.

"Uh…" I began. "I-I'm Shima Okiho, I—"

"We know who you are. You're the Ultimate Publicist. The Headmistress told us already." Someone replied. "You're late."

I felt even more awkward at this point. This wasn't exactly my greatest first impression. I wondered if the day could get any worse?

Here's part one of the prologue! I will be putting up the second part and the introductions as soon as I get the rest of the slots filled for the characters! I've already gotten 9 OCs for the Male students! Sorry if I didn't pick your character, please don't message me about it as I chose which characters spoke out to me the most. There are 7 spots left and they're all for Female students, so please send in your OCs! If you would like to see what talents haven't been taken or who has been accepted so far, the list is currently on my profile!

Until next time! Thanks for reading!