It's after school, and the halls are eerily quiet as you wander aimlessly, looking for something to pass the time. Your curiosity leads you to the upper levels of the school, where the planetarium—long unused by the astronomy club—sits hidden away.

The door creaks softly as you push it open. To your surprise, the room is pristine. The air feels fresh, and the faint scent of lavender lingers. The bean bags are neatly arranged, and the telescopes gleam as though someone has been caring for them.

At the center of the room, you are surprised to find someone is lying on a bean bag, peacefully asleep.

Magari: mumble mumble