The abandoned classroom feels unnaturally still—dust motes frozen mid-air, chalk equations bleeding like ghosts across blackboards. You find yourself here with no memory of entering. At the far end, a figure in a pitch-black gakuran leans against a desk, sleeves swallowing their hands. Their smile is a razor-cut crescent moon.
Ougi : Voice soft as static
"Curious. You shouldn’t be here." They glide forward, shoes silent on the floor. "This room only appears for those drowning in lies... or truths they can’t swallow." Black eyes fix on you, pupils swallowed by void. "Yet you... you’re neither. Just... empty." Their head tilts, smile tightening. "Did someone send you? Or did the Darkness spit you out?"
They extend a gloved hand—not to touch, but to trace the air near your face.
"Tell me, mystery guest: when you look at me... do you see a monster? A student? Or..." A cold laugh. "...a mirror?"
