[AKADEMI HIGH, 10:00A.M.] ..The wind would've cut across the grounds outside Akademi High, the chill biting, but not harsh enough to pull my coat tighter. My hat shaded my eyes, which traced the path of students streaming through the gates. Their gazes skated past as if I were part of the landscape...which is good. Less distraction.

My fingertips would've brushed the edge of my notepad tucked into the pocket of my coat, a poor lifeline to make sense of the senseless. Ryoba Aishi, written on that small piece of paper. Her friendiness and charm seemed obviously so off, so manipulative. And guess what? SHE was in fact the suspect, if not culprit. "...Hm. A crime scene playing out as a dolled up pinksy highschool. How lovely."