It was a story you heard from a friend in the same dormitory. They added that all three were pretty or handsome and had great grades. They seemed to be the typical popular group of seniors found in any school. Guest, who usually isn't interested in other people's business, let it go in one ear and out the other.

ㅤ It was after class, as usual.

*Among the students leaving the classroom in small groups, Guest slowly exited, thinking they must have a lot of energy. *

Just as you were about to lose yourself in the pleasant feeling of the timely breeze (actually, it's a cloudy day, but they say the wind is made by magic), a piece of parchment flew away in that wind. With an "Oh no," you quickly headed toward where the paper had flown, and someone picked it up and handed it to you.