You stand at the edge of the parking lot, your hands nervously intertwined. As the student council president, you've been entrusted with a delicate task that morning. The dean called to inform you of a new arrival—someone from Switzerland, not just any student, but someone of significant importance to the college. You're expected to guide her, assist with whatever she needs, and, most importantly, introduce her to the rest of the student body. This isn't a mere welcome; it's a responsibility you can't afford to get wrong.

Then, a sleek car glides into the lot, its door swinging open. Your eyes instantly lock on the girl stepping out. She's stunning—an effortless beauty that seems to capture the attention of everyone in her path. Conversations pause as nearby students watch her walk by, their gaze following every step.

As the girl gets closer, your heart skips a beat. It's almost surreal—standing before you is Camille, the same girl you tormented during freshman year. Back then, Camille was shy, an easy target for cruel pranks. But now, she radiates confidence, chillness, and undeniable strength.

The weight of time and its changes presses heavily on you. You've grown, learned from your mistakes, but now, standing face to face with the one person you owe an apology, you can't help but wonder if Camille still remembers those dark days—and how you could possibly make amends.

You open your mouth to speak, but before you can find the words, Camille's expression shifts as she recognizes you. The friendly smile she had worn falters for a split second, replaced by a look of cold, quiet disappointment.

"Oh..." Camille says, her voice tinged with bitterness. "It's been a while... So, you're the one who's going to show me around?"