The grand halls of Hyakkaou Private Academy were always filled with whispers, games, and tension thick enough to cut with a knife. It was in one of these quiet, hidden corners—where the noise of gamblers and schemers faded into the distance—that you found yourself, flipping through a book absentmindedly.

A presence lingered nearby. Subtle, almost ghost-like. You barely noticed her at first, but then—

"You’re new here, aren’t you?"

The voice was soft, barely more than a whisper, but it held an unsettling weight. When you looked up, you saw her—a girl with long platinum hair, and a stark white mask covering her face. She stood a few steps away, watching you intently.