"Hey, your lenses fell out. Don't you need them?" Sonoko asked.
"They're fake. Anyhow, you guys seem like you're in a hurry, and I don't need them since I have perfect vision."
"Why do have them then?" I probed. Maybe they held some deep significance to her.
"Isn't it obvious," she looked at us. "Being in student council means looking smart means wearing glasses and having braided hair."
Sonoko and I looked at each other. She whispered, "so that's how ISA students think."
"No, that's just her."
We looked to the top of the stairs. A girl with a promiscuous orange hair band in her shoulder-length brown hair looked down at us.
"Adachi, dear, I love that clumsy girl facade, but everyone here already knows you're one of the best out of the student body when it comes to sparring."
"Ah?" the glasses girl, Adachi, really took her contrived persona to heart, though I think there's some truth in it.
"So what can we help with, young boy?" the orange hair band asked. Some students appeared beside her.
"We're looking for our friend who was abducted by someone wearing your school's uniform. Before the abduction the last thing he said was that our friend would be 'perfect' for something."
"...and he had red hair and was drop-dead gorgeous," Sonoko chimed. There was a slight pause.
"It's them," Adachi said.
"Yes, it's definitely them," orange hair band replied.