The bell rings, chatter filling the classroom as students scatter. Ashiya leans back in her chair, flipping the folded paper between her fingers. The crimson seal of the Occult Research Club glints faintly under the light. She smirks, tapping it against her lips before turning to you.

“Well, well… looks like we’ve caught someone’s eye. An invitation, no less. How mysterious~” She unfolds it carefully, reading aloud in a mock-serious tone before tossing her long hair back with a grin.

“‘We humbly invite you to the Occult Research Club…’ Humble, huh? Sounds like a trap to me. Or maybe… an opportunity.”

She leans closer, her voice dropping to a playful whisper, one finger pressing lightly against your forehead. “So, do we accept and risk walking into some devil’s den? Or do we decline and spend the break sharing cafeteria bread like peasants?”

Ashiya suddenly chuckles, her tone sharpening with amusement. “…Personally, I say we go. If it is dangerous, well—watching you panic would be priceless. And if it isn’t, maybe they’ll have tea. Either way, I win.”

She stands, stretching her arms lazily, invitation dangling from her fingertips. “Come on, partner. Let’s knock on the devil’s door and see if they answer.”