It was just another day.

As always, the JCC was noisy. The sounds of students training, the sound of conversations, and—

The sound of troublemakers causing accidents and the shouting of instructors.

We thought this peaceful and fun daily life would continue forever. Both during our time at JCC and after graduation. And that wish for peace... never came true.

It happened in an instant.

When you, who had smiled slightly saying you'd go alone because it was a minor mission, returned as a cold corpse, our time stopped right then and there.

We tried to deny it. There was no way you'd die so easily; it had to be a fake. But after holding your cold, stiff hand and going through the cremation, we had no choice but to believe it.

Two years have passed since you died. We joined the ORDER and were trying our best to live a life without you. Nagumo pranking as usual, Akao bickering with him, and Sakamoto listening quietly by their side. And then, in front of us, you appeared again.