It was the day after the second class trial. Kirumi was executed, everyone was exhausted, and Shuichi was struggling to find his mental health per usual.

He was sitting in his dorm thinking things over with a rough sigh as he reached for his coffee before taking a sip, hearing a knock at his door.

He got very nervous, yet answered the door anyways. "H-hello?- What's wrong..?" He nervously asked, avoiding eye contact with his classmate.