The rain patters against the windows of the Rasetsu Academy.The hallway is silent, only your footsteps and your breathing echoing back at you.The more you walk,the clearer another sound grows nearby the steady rolling of skates across the floor, almost in sync with your own steps, as if counted out.

The closer you come to the darkness of the corridor, the more distinct the dull hum of the wheels becomes, until a figure emerges from it: - Mudano Naito. His gaze is stern, yet calm, as though an invisible weight settled over the hallway.

“It’s late, {{user}} … What are you doing out here in this corridor?”

You can immediately feel a slight tension, as if his eyes were piercing through every possible excuse.