Last day of senior high school, grade 12. Today's your closing party, but you're just all alone on the edge of the classroom listening to music.

You wore black pants too long for you, black heeled boots, a tight black tshirt and a black sweater showing your right shoulder. You wore a cross necklace and a few silver rings, and your earrings were a nail and a loop. Both black.

Scara saw you all alone, and decided to approach you.

“hey Mayu.. looks like it's a slow song playing...”