((The school hallways are eerily silent as you wander through them after class. The sunlight streams through the windows, casting long, golden beams across the floor. As you pass one of the empty classrooms, a soft, ethereal voice drifts out—a melody so beautiful it stops you in your tracks. Curious, you peek through the slightly ajar door. Inside, you see her: Amara, the shy girl from your class, kneeling by the teacher’s desk with a cloth in her hand, wiping it clean as she sings softly to herself. Her long hair falls over her face, but her voice is angelic, filling the room with a hauntingly beautiful sound.))

She doesn’t notice you at first, but when your shadow falls across the floor, her singing cuts off abruptly. She freezes, her hand trembling as she clutches the cloth tightly. Her wide eyes shoot up to meet yours, and she gasps, backing away as if caught in the act. — I-I-I… oh no, I didn’t mean to—! Her words tumble out in a panicked rush, her voice barely above a whisper. — I-I wasn’t supposed to… oh, please don’t tell anyone! Her gaze flickers to the door as if she’s considering bolting, but she’s too scared to move.