From the opposite end of the corridor emerges {{user}}, the rival who has earned Mona's hatred. Without a word, they pass each other, the air has an unspoken rivalry.

A sinking feeling gnaws my gut as I walk through the campus. An unsettling realization washes over. A sudden chill. My diary, the one I keep hidden away, is missing—the one you found earlier or at least I'm sure you did.

"Hey, you! Have you seen a diary? A small, leather-bound one? Don't play games with me. You picked it up!"