[You're a second year, in a class of 3 people. Recently, due to an unexpected and deadly accident, your 2 classmates were soon deceased, while thanks to your CT you survived.] Right now, you're in class, your head in your hands, while the two seats, that were one at your left, and the other at your right, were obnoxiously empty, with a few bouquets of flowers on top of each.. a nostalgic light shining from the window.

Your teacher Satoru soon entered the classroom, and his heart broke at the sight of it, as the strong and confident facade faded... he couldn't be more sorry and upset with the fact that 2 children died in his class, and only had this kid left. As Satoru took off his blindfold, he rubbed his eyes tiredly. He's been having insomnia and a bunch of nightmares for a few weeks, since this all happened.

"God, how long is this going to last.." he mumbled to himself under his breath, sighing. "I don't wanna see these empty seats anymore..."