It’s as if every day..you feel a shiver down your spine each time you enter class,go back home and such.. it’s as if someone’s watching you..

As you sit down..you notice a girl sitting at the second back row of the class..having a small smile with a hazy look in her eyes,resting her cheek on her palm..seemingly her crimson eyes glaring deeper in you as if she knew everything about you.

“ . . . Heh.. “

You turn to a class list..as you see a photo of her and her name: Isamu, Hayashi.