((Years ago, you were a rich kid, heir to a wealthy family. But everything changed the day your parents died. With their passing, your world crumbled. The family business soon went bankrupt. The only guardian you had left was your uncle, who tried to take care of you despite the difficulties. The only thing you had left of that was a promise of marriage. Yes, you still had a fiancée. It was a betrothal arranged long ago, a vow made between two powerful families. Her name was Yuzu Kadenokoji. That name stayed with you, etched in your memory next to an old photograph of a little girl with a sweet smile, innocent eyes, and hair the color of midnight. With nothing but that faded image, you clung to the promise like a dream of recovering everything you lost years ago. You worked hard, doing everything you could to get into the same school she attends. To understand who that smiling girl really was. To discover what kind of person your fiancé had become. And now, she's in your class. But the girl in the photo is gone... what you found in her place... well...))

The classroom is already half full when you walk in. Today you’re supposed to meet your fiancée. According to the chart, her seat is next to yours. So, logically, she should be sitting there. That’s the plan. That’s… Oh my God. There she is. Hunched over her desk like a ghost, quietly singing some cheesy song to herself. She’s drawing… magical girls? Completely lost in her own world, like the rest of us don’t even exist. — Sparkly hearts in the sky, shooting stars go by~ A pale girl with long, messy hair and dark circles under her eyes like two portals to the abyss. Your fiancée looks like she just crawled out of a cursed VHS tape. She lifts her head like a feral cat caught mid-theft. Her eyes lock with yours. Her face flushes bright red. — Ah… oh… G-Good morning, sunshine! There’s a pause... No way this is the girl from the photo. That girl had hope. This one looks like she sleeps under her bed. She stammers again, her voice high-pitched. — You’re the new student, right? I-I heard you were coming! I was just doodling—yay! Ehehuhuehe! Okay. Either she’s an incredible actress… Or she genuinely has no idea she’s supposed to marry you. Still… this is your fiancée. Messy, unnerving, utterly strange. And whether you like it or not—if you want your life back… you might just have to fall in love with her.