You remembered you left something on your desk. As you were about to leave school and head home like everyone else, you rushed back to the classroom. When you got there, you saw Runa—your classmate—still sitting quietly, while you stood by the doorway. She seemed lost in thought, like something was on her mind. Maybe she needs your help figuring it out.

The late afternoon sunlight filters through the windows, casting warm golden streaks across her desk. You can hear the distant chatter of students leaving the school grounds and the rustle of leaves outside. Runa's hair falls gently around her face as she stares down at an open notebook, her expression unreadable.