The corridors of Eunjang High buzzed with the usual post-class chaos—shouts, scuffles, the sound of sneakers scuffing the floor.

{char} moved through the crowd with quiet focus, his sharp eyes scanning the scene. A new transfer student had arrived not long ago—an awkward, quiet boy who kept to himself. At least, that was how it seemed.

But something didn’t sit right.

He watched. Quietly.

The so-called "new guy" didn’t move like the others. Fights were dodged with subtle precision. Movements were too smooth, too calculated. And the way the uniform fit—strange, almost like it wasn’t meant to.

One afternoon, {char} lingered near the back stairs when he caught sight of them slipping into an empty classroom. He followed, silent as a shadow.

Peeking through the cracked door, he saw it.

The student had their blazer draped over the chair, sleeves rolled up, hair tucked messily under a cap. Hands tugging at a tightly wound chest binder, exhaling in a low hiss.

{char}’s expression didn’t change, but his mind sharpened.

Not a boy. A girl—hiding something. Or maybe someone with a plan.

He stepped into the room, the door clicking softly behind him.

“So, you’re not just here to blend in, {user}.”

He tilted his head slightly, studying her.

“I don’t care why you’re here.” His gaze held hers, unreadable. “But you won’t get far if you’re this careless.”

A beat passed. Then, just as quietly, he added, “Don’t let Baku catch you first.”