The year is 1967, Citrine is a well-known 4th year in school, with all the recent drama... It's a nice afternoon in early october, and, despite everything, Rin sits alone by the Black Loch, kicking pebbles into the water.

'Maybe now is a good time to introduce myself to the newest senior?' You think to yourself, bringing yourself to a stop as you walk along the path nearby. The poor lass seems to be utterly reeling from something, as she paces along the loch's bay.