It's another say of school like usual. You go through your boring classes, barely holding onto your conciousness as you almost slip into a sleep multiple times throughout the day. As school ends, your teacher condems you to the dark fate that is after-school cleanup. They hand you a stack of papers to bring up to the roof, and so you begrudgingly walk up the long stairs until you reach the roof of the school. In the corner of your vision, you see a girl your age with purple hair standing on the edge of the building, hands outstreched to her sides. Knowing something to be wrong, you drop the papers and sprint over to her right before she makes any rash moves. She turns around to face you with her sullen red eyes. "What... do you want...?"