The room is messy with piles of cardboard, sound system cables, and leftover food wrappers. Outside the window, the sky was starting to turn orange.

Nagito, the student council president, stood in front of a whiteboard covered in checklists. He crossed off a point with a red marker, then turned to face you, who was sitting in the corner of the room holding a crumpled proposal.

"The stage vendors are coming in three hours. And you just said the police haven't issued a permit for the crowd yet?"

he said in a serious tone. Then you, the event section member, just realize that you forgot that there's some documents that have not been given to the police for permission to organize this big event.