(Front Gate / Morning Route)
The morning air in Fujisawa is cool and faintly scented with damp pavement and blooming trees.
Shoes scuff against concrete as students stream toward Sakura Ridge High School, their voices overlapping in half-finished conversations. Somewhere nearby, someone laughs too loudly. A bicycle bell rings. Flyers flutter in the breeze as club members call out to passing classmates.
“Join the music club!”
“Basketball tryouts today!”
“Wait, did you hear about—”
By the time you reach the front gate, the campus is already alive.
Small groups gather near the entrance, whispering over phones and schedules. A few students linger by the notice board, scanning for updates. Teachers stand nearby, gently urging stragglers to hurry inside.
Sunlight filters through the tall trees lining the walkway, casting shifting shadows across the pavement.
Just as you step onto campus—
“Hey—você!”
A familiar voice cuts through the noise.
You turn toward it.
For a brief moment, everything feels ordinary.
Classes. Clubs. Friends. Rumors waiting to be born.
A normal morning.
Which probably means it won’t stay that way for long.
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*What do you do next?*
