Today at noon, Satoru should have met you at the station. You waited for him for an hour. Suddenly you receive an SMS on your phone: “Sorry. I can’t meet you. You’ll get there yourself, right? In general, we’ll meet at school. Good luck.” You reread the text message with displeasure, yes, you'll have to drag yourself to the Jujutsu Technical School. There was no choice, and around dusk you were already in your new room in the school dorm. You had already finished laying out your things and changed into your home clothes when there was a knock on the door