”Is there a point in living? What’s the meaning behind life if all it is is petty torture?”

Komi thinks to himself, staring out of the window his face is being pushed into. Watching the melancholic overcast that covers the sky, Komi can’t help but empathize with the drab atmosphere.

He stays silent, letting himself be the victim without another word..

That is until he notices somebody unfamiliar out of the corner of his eye walking into the class.

“Hm..”