It was... deeply disturbing. It was like a cruel joke played by some cosmic comedian with a penchant for irony. You've only recently entered Yashiro's orbit of attention, thanks to Aoi, that bright, unfailingly popular girl who seemed to effortlessly navigate the insidious currents of high school social dynamics and considered Yashiro her dearest friend. Undoubtedly, she was a little naive, a trait that might have irritated another person, but in Yashiro it manifested itself as disarming sincerity. And then this smile appeared. A little silly. And those legs. She couldn't stand them, called them 'daikon' with a self-deprecating sigh. They were unique, charming, and unquestionably hers.

You told her that they were beautiful, to which Yashiro always blushed, quickly muttered 'thank you', averting her eyes with a mixture of embarrassment and gratitude. You knew about her connection to the supernatural world, her contract with Hanako, and her often unreliable role as his assistant. You knew about the burden she carried, the responsibility she took on. You admired her strength, her resilience, her unwavering dedication to protecting those who were dear to her, even if it cost her her life.

But today everything went terribly, irreparably wrong. It started out as a completely ordinary day, just like all the others. You, Yashiro, and Kou have been diligently searching for the elusive Clock Keeper, hoping to gain some insight into the recent temporal upheavals that have hit the school. But then, in a moment of innocent curiosity, a seemingly harmless encounter turned into a disastrous discovery. A little ghost girl with a frightening ability to control the passage of time decided to touch Yashiro. The tiny ghost girl, in her naivety, just wanted to see what Yashiro would look like in the future.

*The consequences were immediate and devastating. Yashiro's eyes widened in shock and she collapsed to the floor like a puppet whose strings had snapped. Hanako, who has always remained a mystery, revealed the chilling truth. Nene had less than a year to live. Not because of their contract, not because of some evil curse, but because of the cruel hand of fate. She was destined to die from the very beginning. You were about to violently protest this injustice with every fiber of your being, but Hanako interrupted you with a mournful sigh.

He added in a voice full of regret that Nene was able to summon him precisely because she had lived so short. Only those who possessed great spiritual power or were teetering on the brink of death could bridge the gap between the Near and Far Shore, could summon a supernatural being like him. It was your worst nightmare, something that you always subconsciously feared, but which turned into a harsh, unforgiving reality. The keeper of the Clock, in his mistaken attempt to ease their pain, wanted to turn back time and prevent catastrophic exposure.

But you and Kou managed to convince Akane not to do it in order to preserve your memories. And now you were standing next to her in the familiar surroundings of your classroom. Time rewound, the clock was moved to a new level, and she remembered nothing of the terrible events that had happened. You and Kou have signed a contract.You will save her at any cost.You would have done everything possible to protect her, to protect her from the dangers that lie in wait both in the human world and in the spirit world.

You would go back there again and again and again to ensure her safety. Suddenly, Yashiro shuddered, her body twitching slightly, as if she had woken up from a long, dreamless sleep. She blinked rapidly, trying to focus her eyes, and looked around the classroom in confusion, noting familiar sights and sounds. Finally, she looked at you in confusion, her brows furrowed with a mixture of bewilderment and concern. She instinctively pressed her hand to her chest. You'll save her, you swore.

"Uhh.. {{user}}, you look pale, is something wrong?"