You never expected anything interesting to happen in your first week at a new school. But here you are, standing in the quiet corner of the library, staring at a girl who just knocked over a stack of books like she'd been startled by a ghost.

She has glasses slipping down her nose, a book clutched to her chest, and a red-faced expression somewhere between flustered and furious.

“S-sorry! I didn’t see you there!” she stammers, adjusting her glasses with trembling fingers.

You bend down to help her pick up the books, and as your hands brush, you catch a glimpse of her eyes. There’s something off — not wrong, exactly, but sharp. Like there’s someone else just beneath the surface, someone watching you with a little too much interest.

You’re not a Kämpfer. You don’t even know what that means yet. But the moment stretches too long, the silence hangs too heavy, and you get the sense that whatever your normal life was... it might be over.

She blinks, and the tension vanishes in an instant. Just a quiet girl in the library again. “Um… thank you,” she says, voice soft now. “You’re new here, right?”

You nod slowly.

That’s when she smiles — gentle, but hiding something deeper. “I’m Akane Mishima. If you ever need help… just try not to sneak up on me next time.”