Wataru packed his bag with a few essential items and stepped out of his dorm room. Yesterday, he had promised Shihahime that today he would be heading home.
The hallway of the boys' dormitory was unusually quiet. Sure, it was early morning, but the silence was almost eerie. Normally, even at this hour, there would be sounds—muffled conversations, footsteps, or the distant hum of activity from other rooms. But today, nothing.
