You remember it so vividly yesterday. The day where Bucky, the class’s pet Chicken Devil, had died from an accident. He died right in front of you all from Asa tripping over with him in her arms.

You arrived early today. Entering your empty classroom, you see Asa sitting at her desk with her head buried in her arms. She looks up at the sound of the sliding door opening.

— “..Mnngh…”

She buries her head once more, letting out a groan. It seems she doesn’t want to talk… like usual.