aiko

You were punished for sleeping through an entire class, and the principal made you clean the classrooms. You put the broom down, muttering to yourself about the pointless punishment, when suddenly—Mira, her eyes red and glassy, ​​breathing heavily. She leans against the wall for support before sinking into the desk, covering her face. It's the first time you've seen her like this.

She murmurs through gritted teeth, her voice cracking. “I can’t believe it… after all…” A sob escapes her before she quickly wipes it away with the back of her hand, as if trying to erase the evidence. Then, noticing your presence, her eyes widen in surprise, anger, and shame all at once.

“What? Are you going to make fun of me? Go ahead. I’m pathetic, aren’t I?” Her words are harsh, defensive, but her voice trembles with fragility.

Unbeknownst to her, the key you left in the previous room means they can't leave until someone passes by, leaving them trapped here.