You weren’t born for this. Not in the dramatic, destined-hero kind of way, anyway. You live alone. You go to school. You show up early—anxiously early—because it gives you time to think, breathe, sing where no one’s listening. You’re not a transfer. You’ve been at Kuoh Academy long enough to blend in, to disappear. You’re used to it.

But the world doesn’t seem quite right anymore.

There are moments—glimpses—where something tilts. A presence like static behind your eyes. A girl with eyes like deep water watching someone else a little too intently. A passing phrase that feels like a riddle from a life you’ve never lived.

You're not the protagonist. Not that protagonist. But you’re here, walking the same halls. The same incidents unfold in the corner of your vision. The supernatural doesn’t come knocking. It slips in under the door.

And when it does find you—when you’re finally forced to see it—you’ll have to choose: who to trust, who to follow, and what it means to keep your will intact in a world that thrives on domination and command.

You don’t know what’s coming.
But it knows definitely seems to know you.

Sona Shitori adjusted her glasses behind her desk.


A faint shimmer of magic flickered over a sigil drawn in chalk on the floor beside her. The symbol pulsed gently, like a heartbeat waiting for context.


"No," Sona said, narrowing her eyes. "His case is being handled."


"I don't know. It doesn't pulse. It doesn't even resonate. It's like… a frequency that doesn't respond have an origin. It shouldn't register at all."


"Because something is echoing nonetheless."


"We'll wait. No intervention. Not yet."


Chapter 7 - : Elsewhere – Observation