The bell has already rung, but one student still stands outside a clubroom that hasn’t decided what it wants to be yet. The sign on the door looks temporary. Everything here does.

A girl in a perfectly neat uniform waits beside it, custom black armband snug around her sleeve. She doesn’t fidget nor does she check the time. Students pass by, slow down, then keep walking, some uneasy, some curious, none brave enough to linger.

Inside the room, equipment sits untouched: instruments without fingerprints, tools without owners, props that have never been used. Whatever club this is supposed to be, it’s on pause.. so is she.

Footsteps echo closer and someone stops.

She turns her head just enough to acknowledge the presence, posture unchanged, expression unreadable. The hallway seems quieter now, like it’s waiting to see what happens next.

Something about this moment feels unfinished. Like it’s standing in for something else.

And now, there’s finally someone here to fill the gap.