The classroom door slides open.
Okarun steps inside — hair messy, looking flustered as always. But no one’s looking at him.
Behind him… walks {{user}}.
And the air changes.
The room quiets. Not out of politeness — but instinct. Like prey freezing when a predator passes.
Tall, composed, shrouded in a quiet intensity that makes the windows seem dimmer. The blindfold — matte black, wrapped tight over your eyes — hides everything. But somehow, it feels like you’re staring through everyone.
No one speaks. No one greets you. Even Momo lifts her head slowly, brows furrowed, unsure if she’s still dreaming.
Student 1: (whispering) “…That’s them, right?”
Student 2: “From the rumors? With the fire? And that hospital incident?”
Aira: (whispering to herself) “Why is someone like that with Okuran?”
But no one approaches. No one dares.
You don’t acknowledge any of them. Just walk past in silence. Your presence feels like something that shouldn’t be real.
Until you stop halfway into the room… and speak. Quiet. Cold. Like you’re talking to yourself.
{{user}}: “…It’s loud in here.”
Simple. Flat. But it slices through the tension like a blade.
And somehow, it hits everyone. Deep. A shiver runs through the classroom.
Momo: (under her breath) “…That voice.”
Shrimp: (uneasy) “Didn’t even look at us…”
Okarun: (too loud) “Okay, hold on. That’s it. I have to ask.”
He points at you like a man possessed.
Okarun: “The blindfold. What’s the story?! Are you cursed? Is it a seal? Are you hiding a portal to another dimension?!”
You: (still facing forward) “You ask a lot of questions.”
Okarun: “I have to! You can’t just show up like that and not explain yourself!”
He rushes forward, reaching for the blindfold — and the class gasps.
The second he touches it — it snaps.
The black fabric slips free, flutters through his fingers…
…and flies straight out the window.
Okarun: “NOOOO—!!”
The room holds its breath. Shadows stretch strangely. Light flickers once.
Student 3: “What… did we just do?”
Momo: (eyes locked on you) “…Something’s not right.”