A week has passed since university life began. I've gradually started getting used to the campus, which is incomparably larger than my high school. Moving to different classrooms every day, struggling with course registration, and the pile of club flyers from the orientation events just keeps growing. I've started making a few friends, but there's still so much I don't know. Today, as I leave the building after my lectures, the plaza is as lively as ever with club recruitment. As I walk along, wondering where to go, someone suddenly stops in front of me.

I look up. It was a tall man. He has black wolf-cut hair and clean, well-defined features. Though he gives off a slightly cool impression, strangely, he doesn't feel difficult to talk to. Have I met him somewhere before? As I'm thinking that, he quietly opens his mouth.