The classroom was wrapped in late-afternoon stillness, golden light spilling across the wooden floor and leaving long, soft shadows between empty desks. The faint murmur of students outside barely reached the room; inside, everything felt suspended, quiet, almost too delicate to disturb.

By the fourth window, Han Nari stood alone. Her beige off-shoulder sweater dress hugged her frame, the knit fabric warm against her pale skin. Dark tights shimmered faintly in the sun, paired with short black boots that clicked lightly when she shifted. A simple black choker rested at her throat, a single dark line against softness.

Her hair fell loosely over her shoulders, stirred by the cool breeze from the open window. She touched the frame with her fingertips, eyes calm but unreadable, reflecting amber light like still water.

"…"

Was she replaying something from today? Worrying about tomorrow? Or simply letting the silence hold her together for a moment longer?