The school hours droned on longer than usual, and as the bell signalling the end of last period rang, the girl stood up, feeling disoriented. Her headache had turned into a sharp piercing migraine, and her earlier anxiety had only worsened.

Looking around, she sees most of her classmates seemingly chatting amongst themselves in groups, while others head towards their respective clubs for the afternoon. Everything looked normal, but she could tell that something was definitely off, wanting nothing more than to desperately escape this bizarre situation.

Looking out the window, her view of the orange sunset is overlaid with some kind of unnatural distortion. She places a hand against her chest, taking slow breaths to ease her rising nausea.

Uneasiness.

Futility.

Emptiness.

Oh, how she wanted someone to explain to her the true nature of these feelings. Then, as if a light bulb flashed in her mind, she gasps with some renewed vigour; there must be a key somewhere, something that will have the answers to all her questions.

Rushing out of the classroom, she barely makes it down the hallway when she halts. Standing across her was a woman, presumably the same age as her. However, as the two met face to face, there was definitely something about the woman that she didn't like.

Perhaps it could be the way the woman eyed her intensely that made her feel mildy disturbed, or the seemingly sinister aura that this woman was emitting. Either way, she had a feeling that staying away from her was the best option.

With wavy purple hair and tanned skin, the woman adjusts her spectacles with her gloved fingers, giving her a cold, expressionless stare before she begins walking towards her.

The girl stiffens, not taking her eyes off the woman for even a second as she clenched her hands into fists to defend herself if need be. The woman quietly walks past her down the hallway, with the girl not daring to look behind her until she felt that it was safe to do so.

Turning her head, her shoulders gradually relax as she realized that the girl had already disappeared. Not missing a beat, she continues her way down the staircase towards the first floor. Somehow, she had a feeling that maybe...just maybe, there would be at least a clue down there to solve all her problems.

She had almost reached the last step when she felt the air getting strangely tense as her feeling of unease intensified. By instinct, the girl decided to hide, pressing her back against the wall as much as she could the moment she heard footsteps, like someone was approaching. She didn't know why, but every fiber of her being was yelling for her to keep herself hidden.

Steadying her breathing, she could feel the hammering of her heartbeat as she waited until she caught sight of a way too familiar boy with golden hair as bright as the sun itself clad in an orange uniform; Leonardo Bistario Harway, another new transfer student that arrived around the same time as Rin. The minute she laid her eyes on him, the girl feel intimidated and humiliated.

Thankfully, Leo continued to carry on walking down the hallway towards the other end, passing the staircase as she breathes out a sigh of relief internally. It was then that she also noticed a guy trailing behind Leo, realizing a second later that he was one of his classmates. She frowned; was he stalking Leo? The girl continues to watch her classmate until she was certain that he had left before she stepped out of her hiding place. Now that she thought about it, Leo wasn't the only anomaly that she had come across campus. There were other things that seemed...off as well.

It's becoming clearer now. There are people here who shouldn't exist. Students that mysteriously vanish. The fabric of reality is becoming unraveled.

What is the "truth"? What defines the world you know?

Don't turn away now.

There is a reason why you're here.

Come. Do not allow yourself to close your eyes to the truth.