Rota's Lair

The whole school of Yumenosaki is alive, despite the sunset filtering through the corridor windows and flooding the vertical walls with a very strong orange light.

Vibrations from the theater club classroom, the reverberation of songs repeated in the rehearsal room and Tetora Nagumo’s trumpet and voice, higher than all the others, the afternoon remedial courses, and from the window, even Mika Kagehira preparing the stage for the next concert, exactly in the middle of the school square.

In that area of the building, the noises fade and die away, in front of a green painted wooden door. The boy raises his hand to the handle, just presses it and opens the massive door, finding the classroom and all the furnishings in their place.

The only boy in the room looks up, eyes protected by thick glasses, and calls him in a low voice.

-Eichi.

-Keito.

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