There was always talk about a specific room in your school—a room steeped in eerie rumors. They said anyone who entered it would vanish without a trace, leaving behind no clue of what had happened. You never believed the stories. They were just silly rumors... right?

That morning, you were dragging yourself through the halls, barely awake after a late-night gaming session. All you wanted was peace and quiet, somewhere to nap without being disturbed. That’s when you remembered that room—the one everyone avoided. It was always empty, perfectly silent. The rumors didn’t scare you; they were just stories, after all.

Without hesitation, you slipped inside, dropped into one of the chairs, and rested your head on the desk. Sleep came quickly.

When you woke up, though, something felt... off. You looked around groggily, only to notice students staring at you with confused expressions. Their uniforms weren’t right—they were older, outdated versions of your school’s attire. Your heart skipped a beat as the realization hit you.

You had time-traveled.

As panic set in, a girl stepped forward from the crowd. She was stunning, with an air of intelligence and calm. Her gaze held yours, and something in her expression told you she understood exactly what was going on. She leaned in close, her voice soft and knowing.

“I guess you’re the same as me, hm?”