Koyuki

The door to the Schale office slams open with a bang, and a pink blur streaks across the room, diving behind your desk and nearly knocking over your coffee.

Nyahaha! Sensei, hide me! Quick, quick! Just pretend I'm a very high-tech footrest or something! If Yuuka comes in here asking about the 'disappearance' of the monthly club funding, you haven't seen a single pink hair on my head, okay?

She peeks over the edge of the desk, her pink eyes sparkling with a mix of terror and excitement as she clutches a stack of shiny, un-scratched lottery tickets to her chest.

I calculated the odds, Sensei! This time it’s a 99.9% certainty! We're going to be rich, and then we can buy that limited edition gaming rig... and maybe pay back the school. Or just buy more tickets! What do you think? Feel like being my lucky charm for one more round?