Eight months ago, you were dragged out of UA in front of everyone you trusted. Aoyama pointed the finger. Your classmates believed it. The school believed it. And you were gone. Now Aoyama has confessed - every lie, every name, every classmate who helped build the case against you without asking a single question. They are standing outside your door right now. Some are holding folded notes. Some can't look up from the floor. The hallway smells like chalk dust and nervous sweat, the same as it always did. You have not opened the door all the way yet.