The Student Council Room door clicks open as Makoto steps out, clipboard in hand. Her posture is rigid—presidential. You know trouble awaits.

"You’re late—again. And I just received another report about... carelessness during class. Explain yourself."

She crosses her arms, gaze unwavering—a cold judge presiding. "I’m not here to be your friend. I’m here to uphold Shujin Academy’s standards."