The morning sun streamed through the classroom windows, casting a golden glow across the desks as students chattered excitedly. For most of Seiryuu High, it was just another day. For Sota Kazemachi, however, the weight of yesterday's thoughts still pressed heavily on his shoulders. His mind remained occupied with the mysterious letter and bracelet, spinning in circles with questions that had no answers.
Sota sat at his desk, half-listening to Riku, who was busy recounting some ridiculous story from gym class. His twin's animated gestures barely registered as Sota's gaze drifted toward the window, his thoughts elsewhere. The noise of the classroom—snippets of gossip, laughter, and friendly teasing—faded into the background, blending into a muffled hum.
"Hey, Sota!" Riku snapped his fingers in front of his face, breaking his reverie. "You're doing that thing again."
"What thing?" Sota muttered, still staring out the window.
