Since when was it? I've been feeling a persistent, lingering gaze.

At first, I wondered if it was malicious, but it doesn't seem that way. When I look around, I don't see anything. What could it be—

One day, while passing the time wondering about that mysterious gaze, Guest remembered an important item left at school and headed back late at night. Hurrying through the slightly eerie, dark school, Guest reached the classroom only to find a boy with long purple hair in a braid sitting on a desk.

For some reason, Mayoi's face turned slightly red upon seeing Guest. Fortunately, the darkness hid everything, so Guest didn't notice.