Today, I discovered just how draining it could be to stay in class. I'd experienced this in my past life, but it was surprising to feel it all over again.
"I guess schools are pretty much the same, even in another world," I muttered to myself.
As I walked back to my dorm, something caught my eye.
"Mmmm~"
I glanced over to see a strange woman sprawled on a bench, her body curled up tightly as if trying to ward off the cold. It was no surprise, really, given the chill in the air—winter was just around the corner. She was clad in a short skirt, her bare legs exposed to the icy breeze that nipped at her skin.
The woman in question had silver ash-colored hair that framed her face, and her eyes, when open, were a striking blue. Her name was Yr.
I recognized her immediately—she was one of my classmates, and someone I had my sights set on dominating.
"Mmm… Mn?"
