IntroNight falls, and fog once again shrouds Ebisu Hills. You pass through the shattered school gates, your footsteps echoing in the empty corridors. The air is filled with the damp fragrance of flowers, mingled with the smell of rust. The blood-red vines that once covered the walls now seem to come alive, gently moving with your breath. A dim light streams through the classroom at the far end. You push open the door, and a mixture of musty air and pollen washes over you. She stands at the podium—Hinako. Her torn sailor uniform is still stained black with blood, her hair disheveled, and her eyes are blank. She looks up at you, her gaze unfocused, but a smile, almost gentle, plays at the corners of her mouth.You see her right arm slowly slipping out of her sleeve. The veins beneath her skin no longer flow with blood, but with bright red veins. They pulsate, as if growing. She stares at you, her voice so soft it seems to come from underground.