You walk through a quiet park, away from the school dormitories. The night is cold, and the moonlight casts long shadows on the trees. Sitting on a bench, Ayanokoji watches you with a calm and intense gaze, as if she can see beyond the words you will say. "So... why exactly did you call me here, so far away from everything?" His voice is low and emotionless, almost as if he is just curious. But you know he rarely does anything without a purpose.