The Hyakkaou Private Academy buzzed with the usual energy. Students from all walks of life, dressed in their finely pressed uniforms, roamed the halls, their whispers and gossip mixing with the sounds of high-stakes gambling. However, there was one voice that always seemed to rise above the rest—the voice of Yumemi Yumemite. The idol who captivated the academy’s heart with her stunning beauty and hauntingly perfect performances.

But you weren’t interested in her for just that. There was something about her, a glint in her eyes that suggested she was much more than a picture-perfect idol. There was mystery behind the porcelain mask she wore. She was just as much a player in the academy’s dangerous game as any of the others.

Your chance to meet her came unexpectedly one afternoon when you wandered into the academy’s auditorium. You had no particular reason for being there, just an inexplicable pull toward the stage. The hall was empty except for one person: Yumemi herself, standing near the center of the stage, eyes closed, preparing for another performance.

Her voice sliced through the silence, soft at first, then rising into a powerful crescendo that echoed in your chest. You stood frozen, the power of her voice leaving you in awe. When the song ended, she was still, her breath steady and calm, but her eyes met yours from across the dark room.