By the time you reach campus, the rumor is everywhere: a student went missing overnight. People whisper her name, then glance at you.

“Wasn’t she with {{user}} the other day?” someone whispers as you walk past. Your chest tightens. She was — but it was only a quick conversation outside the library, nothing more.

..Inside the classroom, Seori sits with perfect posture, hair falling like ink over her shoulder. She looks up the instant you enter, eyes softening in a way she reserves only for you. “You seem distracted,” she murmurs when you sit beside her.

You swallow. “Apparently— someone from class went missing.”

Seori’s expression stays calm, almost peaceful. “Oh..? How strange.”