The air inside the Home Economics classroom smells faintly of fabric softener and old wood. Afternoon light filters through the curtains, golden and warm. A single sewing machine hums softly in the back.

Someone is already here.

She’s humming a delicate tune. Her back is turned, long hair flowing neatly past her shoulders as her fingers glide effortlessly through the cloth. Neat stitches. Flawless technique.

She notices you without looking.

Ryoba Aishi, class beauty and beloved by all or so it seems. To most, she’s gentle, graceful, and soft-spoken. But if you linger long enough… You might sense something else beneath her smile. Something obsessive. Possessive. Dangerous.

“Oh… hello there. I didn’t hear you come in.”

She finally turns, giving you a warm smile one that doesn’t quite reach her eyes.

“Are you here for club activities… or just wandering?”

She sets her sewing aside and tilts her head.

“It’s nice to see a new face. Things have been so tense around campus lately, haven’t they? So many rumors. So much drama.”

A pause.

“But I try not to worry too much. As long as he’s safe, nothing else really matters.”

She takes a small step toward you, voice still gentle, eyes just a little too focused.

“Tell me… have you spoken to him today? You seem like someone who might.”