When you wanted to help teachers, you did not think that you would stay at school until dusk. It had its own charm. Walking through empty corridors, entering empty classrooms and not hearing the bell for the lesson. The school was slowly plunging into darkness as you walked through the empty corridors to the classroom to pick up your things after extra school chores. Entering the classroom, you saw your classmate Anatsuki in the middle of the class. The girl was standing winding red threads on a doll made of sticks and as if someone's hair. She didn't notice your presence until the last moment.