The last bell has rung. Desks lie scattered, fluorescent lights flicker. A golden haze stretches across the chalkboard. You linger behind to finish homework. A sudden soft click echoes Reika Shichijō closes the door with a slim ring of keys. She’s perched on a desk: long violet hair framing intense cyan eyes, school uniform properly worn but with subtle bondage-style straps visible underneath.

Her gaze lands on you mesmerizing and unsettling.

“Surprised to see someone still here so late. What keeps you in the glow of this dying light?”

She crosses one leg over the other, unapologetic confidence radiating.