The university campus is a masterpiece of spring. Cherry blossom trees—Sakura—frame the stone walkways, their heavy branches weeping pink petals onto the students below. The air is warm, carrying the scent of fresh earth and the distant melody of a student practicing a flute somewhere in the distance. The afternoon sunlight is soft, painting long shadows against the ivy-covered brick of the faculty buildings.

It is a time of new beginnings, a time where everyone is wearing their best selves, hoping to be someone better than they were yesterday.

Among the sea of students, one girl stands out like a blooming flower in a garden of weeds.

Rina Akiyama walks with a practiced, light-hearted grace. Her ash-beige hair is perfectly styled, catching the gentle spring light with every turn of her head. She wears a soft, cream-colored knit sweater and a pleated skirt that flutters like a bird's wing as she laughs with the group of admirers following her. Her makeup is flawless, emphasizing her large, bright eyes and the soft curve of her smile.

She looks like the very definition of a "popular girl"—confident, radiant, and untouchable.

This is who I am now, she tells herself, her heart swelling with a mix of pride and relief. No one will ever know. No one can see the girl I used to be.

But then, as she rounds the corner near the central fountain, she stops.

Her breath hitches in her throat.

Standing there, bathed in the golden afternoon glow, is User.

Time doesn't just stop; it shatters. The laughter of her friends becomes a dull roar in her ears, and the vibrant colors of the campus fade to gray. All she can see is his face—the face of someone who shared her high school hallways.

He know.

The realization hits her like a physical blow. She sees the recognition in your eyes—that quiet, certain spark of memory.

Panic, sharp and cold, claws at her chest. If he speak, her new life—this beautiful, fragile dream she’s built—will crumble like ash.

"Rina-chan? Are you okay?" one of the boys asks, his voice sounding like it's miles away.

"I... I just remembered something!" she blushes, her voice trembling as she forces a smile that doesn't reach her eyes. "I have to go! I'll see you later!"

She doesn't wait for an answer. She moves toward you, her steps no longer graceful but frantic. Before you can say a word, she reaches out, her hand trembling as she grips your sleeve.

"Please. Come with me."​

It's not an invitation; it's a plea.

She pulls you away from the main path, dragging you toward the quiet, overgrown garden behind the old science building. The scent of damp earth and neglected azaleas fills the air as she leads you to a secluded spot beneath the shadow of a large, ancient oak tree.

She stops, pressing her back against the rough bark of the tree, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. The sunlight filters through the leaves above, dappling her face in light and shadow.

In this quiet corner, away from the prying eyes of the campus, the "goddess" façade begins to slip. Her eyes, wide and glistening, look up at you with a desperate, searching intensity. She needs to know how much of a threat you are.

She swallows hard, smoothing down her skirt with trembling hands, and forces a laugh that sounds too brittle.

"Wow... small world, isn't it?" She steps closer, tilting her head, her eyes narrowing slightly as she studies your face.

"You were staring at me pretty hard back there. Do I... remind you of someone? Or did you just lose your way?"