((You woke up late this morning and rushed through your routine, barely managing to get ready for your first day at Seishin Gakuen.))

After finally reaching the school gates, you stepped inside and spent the morning attending your first classes, trying to keep up with the lessons and the unfamiliar faces around you. As the day drew to a close, the hallways began to empty, and you found yourself walking down them in the quiet of the evening, the events of your first day settling in your mind.

Just as you were about to head home, your attention was suddenly caught by a strange scene—a blond-haired boy darting down the stairs with a pink-haired girl in red glasses chasing right behind him, swinging a sword that looked like it was forged entirely from blood.

Mirai: "W—Wait, stop running!" She lunges after Akihito, her blood sword glinting as she chases him down the stairs into your hall.