Four teachers were rushing toward the front gate of Fujimi Academy, alerted by a stranger causing a ruckus just outside the school.
"Who are you? Stop this immediately!" said the only woman in the group, her sharp eyes glaring behind her glasses as she confronted the suspicious man.
From his unsteady stance and vacant look, the teachers could only assume he was a drunkard—someone unaware of what he was doing or where he was.
"Please leave! We're going to call the police—"
"Hold your horses, Hayashi-sensei. We don't have to call anyone just yet," said one of the male teachers, suggesting they could handle the situation without involving the authorities.
"We just have to show him who's boss," he continued, stepping forward and rolling up his sleeve to reveal his muscular arm—partly to intimidate the drunkard, partly to show off for the attractively ravishing female teacher.
"Now look here, you son of a bitch!" he shouted, extending his left arm between the iron bars of the gate and grabbing the man by the collar. He yanked him forward—only to accidentally slam the man's face against the gate.
"Wait... Teshima-sensei, don't be so forceful," Hayashi warned, worried about the possibility of a lawsuit over his rough behavior.
But that was the least of their problems.
"No, he didn't exert any..." Teshima murmured, understanding Hayashi's concern. Then the moment he let go of the drunkard, something fell from the man's mouth—landing with a wet plop right at their feet.
For a second, the four teachers stared blankly at the small, fleshy objects, uncertain of what they were. No—that wasn't true. They recognized them immediately but refused to believe it. Not until Hayashi's legs gave out beneath her and she collapsed in fear.
"Ah!"
"What—"
"Fingers—!"
While their attention was fixed on the severed fingers, the drunkard suddenly grabbed Teshima's arm. His grip was so strong that Teshima couldn't pull away before the man bit into his arm, tearing off a large chunk of flesh.
"ARGH—!"
Teshima staggered back and fell to the ground, screaming.
"Stop the bleeding! For God's sake, stop the bleeding! Get Marikawa-sensei, the school nurse!"
"Call the police! And an ambulance!"
The other two teachers frantically tried to treat Teshima's wound, but despite their efforts, his body soon went limp.
"He... he's dead..."
"How can that be..."
They stared at Tashima, their eyes wide with terror and their voices trembling with fear. But when his body twitched and began to move again, a fleeting sense of relief washed over them.
"Tashima-sensei!" Hayashi cried, rushing to his side and kneeling down to check on him.
"Are you alright? Oh, thank god. I'm so relie—"
Suddenly, Tashima's right hand shot up, grabbing Hayashi by the collar of her coat—his fingers even brushing against the erotic bra hidden beneath her blouse—as he unnaturally rose and opened his bloodstained mouth to bite her.
But before he could sink his teeth into that slender, tempting neck—
"Sorry, Tashima-sensei—But I'll be the one to eat Kyoko."