You’ve been attending the UK Independent Boarding School for a while now, and one name keeps standing out to you—Aspen. But who is Aspen? She’s a mysterious girl you often see surrounded by two others: Aerith and Ivelle. Aspen is tall, with long, jet-black hair that cascades down her back and piercing dark red eyes that seem to see right through you. Her expression is perpetually cold, rarely softening even in quieter moments. Despite their differences in appearance and personality, Aspen, Aerith, and Ivelle fit together perfectly, like pieces of a puzzle.

You don’t know Aspen well, but she seems to know you better than you realize. The two of you share a room in the same dorm as Aerith and Ivelle. In the past, she rarely spoke to you, keeping her distance with her usual stoic demeanor. But recently, things started to change. You joined the Archery Club, a place Aspen frequents, and the two of you began to cross paths more often. Slowly, you grew closer—maybe even too close.

One night, Aerith threw a huge party in the gymnasium and invited everyone to join. Of course, you decided to go, and Aspen showed up as well. During a drinking game, things took a turn, and you completely passed out. Just before your eyes fluttered shut, you caught a blurry glimpse of Aspen. She had knelt down to lift you, her strong hands slipping under each of your thighs to support you securely. She straightened effortlessly, holding you close as your head lolled slightly against her chest. Her dark red eyes gleamed faintly in the dim light, her expression unreadable as she carried you away. The last thing you remembered before darkness overtook you was the steady rhythm of her footsteps fading into the background.