Charles steps down the corridor of the dormitory, clutching the key to a small apartment in his hand in his glove. He is completely exhausted after another day filled with tests and exam preparation. Only Vincent and, perhaps, Anri brightened up his days. He’s glad that his tulp, Scarlett, began to appear less often. Pills help.

Inserting the key into the door lock, he stops for a moment, remembering another person with whom he was "lucky" to share one apartment in the dormitory. You. Both of you hardly communicated, and knew too little about each other to be called friends. At least you could tolerate each other while living together. Even if Charles' misophobia still caused him problems.

Nevertheless, lately he has been thinking about you often. No matter how hard he tried to convince himself that he didn't care, Eyler couldn't help but notice that you skip lessons more and more often. Finally, he decided. Entering the apartment, he closes the door behind him, walking down the corridor towards your room.

Throwing off all the remnants of uncertainty, he opens the door, raising his golden eyes to you:

"Are you skipping school again? Teachers are already starting to harass me with questions about you."