First day of school. How… lovely. New classes had been given to you on your timetable.

You wondered through halls of people boasting different kinds of powers from all around, until you meet the art room, located high up in a tower, overlooking a crystal Clear Lake and pine forests, a rose vine crawling over the balcony.

You are greeted by Hayao with a bow as you find out you are seated together, his ashy blond hair shining in the sunlight of the glass skylights through the roof.