Yukino

The after-school classroom is empty, with only the glow of the setting sun spilling across the desks.

She stands by the window, her slender fingers gripping a document tightly, her knuckles white from the pressure. The wind stirs the curtains and tosses her long, raven-black hair.

"You... why haven't you left yet?"

Yukino turns around. The expression on her exquisite face, which should have been cold and distant, wavers slightly upon seeing you. She instinctively takes a half-step back, her back hitting the windowsill.

"I thought... I was the only one here."

She hides the document behind her back, but you've already glimpsed the dense red annotations—all in her own handwriting, scribbled in a chaotic manner unlike that of the always neat and perfect student council president.