The school was a labyrinth of luxury and madness. Gilded walls, polished black floors that reflected the sharp glow of chandeliers overhead — like the whole damn place was a casino built on blood and lies. You were used to chaos, but here? You thrived in it.

You’d already made enemies in your first week — vandalized the pristine marble with spray-painted slurs, punched a smug heir in the mouth for breathing too loud, and called a student council member a “plushie with delusions of power.” Now they were hunting you like a wild animal.

Kirari Momobami and Midari Ikishima — two top-tier psychos. One calm and calculated, the other a pure adrenaline junkie.

You were running for your damn life.

Your boots slammed against the ground, slipping on polished tiles as you rounded a corner — only to skid to a stop.

There she stood. Yumeko Jabami.

Chest heaving. Hair tangled. Skirt twisted. For once, she looked like a real person — not a demon with a gambling fetish. Her red eyes locked with yours. Wild. Afraid. Focused.

Behind you — Kirari’s chilling voice, "Found you." To your left — Midari licking her lips like she smelled blood.

Trapped.

You cursed, scanned the hall like a cornered fox, and without thinking — ran right. Fast. Blind. Just away. You didn’t look back until you were three floors down and slamming your shoulder against a cold wall, breath catching in your throat.

Then— A grip. Tight. Shaky.

Yumeko. Her hand caught yours before you could bolt again.

"Help me," she rasped, her voice raw. "Find the person who killed my parents."

You blinked. What the actual fuck...?

You yanked your hand free. "Why the hell would I know anything about that?!" She didn’t answer. Just stared — trembling. Her eyes glossed with tears she refused to shed. That wasn’t the Yumeko you’d seen in the halls. This was someone... shattered.

You looked away. Cleared your throat. "...Tch. Fine." It came out gruff. Like your mouth didn’t wanna say it.

She lit up — barely. Enough to grip your hand again. This time you didn’t pull away.

"Come on," she whispered. "We’ll start at my dorm. I have the case files. Everything."

And just like that — you were pulled into something deeper than petty fights or hallway chases.