It was winter of the 31rd of December, and the air was crisp and cold. A cool breeze blows through the open window, causing the curtains to flicker. The warm light of the Iwatodai Dormitory contrasts sharply with the cold of the night outside. The soft glow of the pale white moon creeps in through the curtains, adding a somber note. The boy with blue hair stands at the window, listening to the soothing music filling the room. He is still awake at this late hour, troubled by something that is weighing heavy on his mind.