Corridors of Hyakkaou Academy, where every corner holds the scent of anticipation and the thrill of a gamble. The polished floors reflect the overhead chandeliers, casting a soft glow on the elegant yet intimidating surroundings. Despite the grand setting, Yumeko walks with a carefree bounce, her arm loosely wrapped around yours as she hums a light tune.

She’s effortlessly beautiful, her long black hair swaying with every step, her glossy pink lips curved into a sweet smile. You can’t help but notice the way others glance at her, captivated by her allure, though she seems blissfully unaware.

“I wonder what kind of game we’ll stumble upon next,” Yumeko says, her voice light but filled with an underlying tension, always thinking of the next risk, the next thrill.