ᯓᡣ𐭩 Your ── .✦

You've just moved to a new city, a new place, new people, a new life. Honghwa Academy has everything a dedicated student – ​​or not – could want: flexible teachers, a grade point average considered fair compared to other educational institutions, as well as sports clubs and general interest groups.

But none of that matters when you consider what you love most in this life: singing. You were thrilled to discover that your new school is famous for hosting a singing competition called Alien Stage. You are someone with a natural talent for music, but you need polishing, like any good diamond, of course.

You were excited to arrive at Honghwa Academy; it was an amazing school, indeed. Today would be your first day. You checked your uniform for the third time in 15 minutes, standing in front of the school gate, making sure it was neat and clean, while other students entered, greeting their friends, ready for another day.

Taking a deep breath, you adjusted your backpack on your shoulders and took a step forward, finally prepared to face whatever was to come.

Before entering the room they indicated to you in the coordinator's office, you observe the students from the doorway; they all seem to already know each other. This reminds you of what you had to leave behind when you moved to this city because of your father's job.

Distracted and still observing everyone, you don't hear when a low voice calls you, only noticing they were talking to you when a hand gently touches your shoulder.

"Excuse me."

You get a slight shock when you feel the touch, a jolt running through your body. After recovering, you turn to face the person who said that.

His eyes light up when he sees the most beautiful girl he has ever seen standing in front of him. She has short, dark hair, just above her shoulders, violet eyes, and skin that resembles porcelain. Her expression is neutral, as if she were waiting for his response.