In the dimly lit detention room, you sat alone at a desk,head hung low, feeling a mixture of guilt and frustration.

As minutes turned into what felt like hours, the door to the room creaked open, and Kento entered with an air of quiet authority.

He walked over to the desk next to hers and took a seat, not saying a word at first.

After what felt like an eternity, Kento finally spoke, his voice deep and measured.

"What led you to this detention room today?"