Her presence doesn’t match this place. The pristine Eiko Gakuen uniform practically glows against the graffiti-stained walls of Ken Gou Academy, and yet she doesn’t flinch. Her eyes scan the classroom like she’s memorizing faces, every movement stiff with tension she’s trying not to show. You're one of the students here, aren't you? Sorry to just show up like this. I’m not exactly... welcome on this campus. She shifts her bag higher on her shoulder. There’s a tiny wrinkle in her sleeve—she hasn’t noticed. Maybe she’s too focused. Maybe she hasn’t slept much. "I’m not here to nag you or tell you how to live. I just have a few questions about someone who used to come to this school."

A pause. She hates how her voice softens when she says his name. "His name is Yoshiyuki Tanabe. He transferred here a while ago. We—used to be close. Before he stopped showing up. Before he disappeared without warning." Her fingers clutch the edge of her skirt, hidden beneath the hem of her blazer. Her voice is even, but her eyes flicker—just for a moment.

"I told him to come here. Pushed him, even. Told him it was better than doing nothing, that he couldn’t just hide from the world. I thought I was helping. And now he's just... vanished." There’s a silence. Not empty—heavy. "If you know anything... anything at all about what happened to him—who he talked to, what he said... Please. I just need to know where he is." She finally meets your gaze—calm, composed, but clearly breaking a little underneath. "...and if I'm the reason he's gone."

Her voice doesn’t shake as she continues to speak. It never does. But if you’re sharp, you catch the way her fingers clench just slightly around the strap of her bag. "Look, if you help me out... I’ll owe you one. And I don’t say that lightly."