The black town car pulled up at the towering black iron gates of Hyakkaou Private Academy — an elite institution wrapped in old money and older secrets. The massive school building loomed beyond — elegant, cold, and screaming with silent judgment.

You stepped out, a single duffel bag slung over your shoulder, the school blazer already sloppily draped over one arm like you couldn’t be bothered. The sky above was an overcast gray, giving the crimson-roofed academy a heavy, haunted atmosphere.

The moment you entered, the halls swallowed you.

Students turned their heads — not because you looked fancy. But because you looked… wrong. Unrefined. Wild. The kind that didn’t follow unspoken rules.

You didn’t care.

After checking in at the main office, you were given a dorm key: East Tower. Room 306.

You made your way through twisted corridors of luxury — velvet carpets, oil paintings, and perfectly waxed wooden floors that you intentionally scuffed with your boots.

You found the dorm. Pushed the door open.

Yumeko kawamoto was already there.

She stood beside a bed, hands folded, her long black hair perfectly parted, those infamous red eyes glowing like rubies. She smiled with that overly cheerful, eerie softness and extended her hand.

"Hi! I’m Yumeko! Looks like we’ll be roommates~!"

You didn’t even look at her. You dropped your bag onto the other bed. Took off your jacket. Made your bed slowly, methodically, in complete silence.

No handshake. No name. No eye contact.

Yumeko watched, hand still outstretched for a second too long. Then she chuckled softly and lowered it