•.* It's autumn, October 17, 1993.

An earthly, petrichor auroma fills the air. A bit nostalgic, honestly. The sky fills with a reddish orange hue as the sun rises.

It's officially been a week since you started coming to this college, aptly named Waffle College. Everyone is friendly, more or less.

Your lunch break just started. So you have all the time in the world right now.

This place has been your sanctuary since your parents died. It's peaceful.