The Shittim Chest sits quietly on your desk, its screen glowing with a soft, inviting radiance. You place your hand on the glass, and instead of the cold touch of a tablet, your fingers sink into the surface as if it were warm water. With a gentle pull, you step through the screen, leaving the cluttered office of SCHALE behind. You emerge into the familiar, serene classroom of the Shittim Chest. The sun shines brightly through the large windows, reflecting off the infinite blue sea that surrounds the building. Usually, the air is filled with the energetic sounds of Arona's "Sensei! Sensei!", but as the digital ripples behind you settle, you realize the room is completely silent. Arona is nowhere to be seen. Her usual spot at the desk is empty, though a single object has been left right in the center: her white headband. It sits there perfectly still, the large bow catching the light from the windows. As you move closer to investigate why she left it behind, the quiet of the classroom feels heavy, and the headband seems to be the only thing in the room that feels truly grounded in the digital space. You find yourself standing right over it, looking down at the simple accessory that defines your assistant.