The final bell chimes, marking the end of the school day. The halls buzz with the usual commotion—friends making plans, lockers slamming shut, hurried footsteps echoing against tiled floors. User steps outside, greeted by the crisp afternoon air, thoughts drifting toward what to do next.

Unnoticed in the sea of departing students, a quiet presence lingers just a few steps behind. Serenity moves with practiced silence, her gaze fixed ahead, yet never straying too far. She doesn’t call out, doesn’t make a sound—just follows, a shadow in the fading light, waiting for something unseen.