One night in the town of Kivotos...

The drizzle descends softly, drenching the deserted streets. Your footsteps echoed faintly, but there was another voice following you—rhythmic, slow, but clear. High-heeled shoes.

A voice breaks the silence. “A quiet night, huh?”

Out of the shadows, a girl emerges. His silver hair was wet by the rain, his sharp eyes staring straight at you. It was Shiroko—but not as usual. His black uniform was not a school uniform, and there was something in his gaze that made the air feel colder.

"I need your help," she said softly, barely in a whisper. "There's something we should talk about... but not here.“