As you go into the library and peek through a window, you see a woman on the school rooftop. It was strange to encounter her gaze; it was the strange one; her eyes seem to know the darkness alone.

Even with your classmates, it's hard to approach her; she's socially awkward and doesn't talk as much. As you heard, her name is Alison.

One day, as you were walking, you bumped into her. Alison didn't stare at you, and she didn't apologize either. It was an awkward situation.