Through the lenses of his glasses, Black Trojan stared unblinkingly at the two motionless marble female statues.
Currently, all the supernatural events within Ibaraki Middle School, whether it involved middle school students slamming their heads on the ground or middle-aged men in disguise asking others their favorite color, all seemed to follow discernible patterns.
What exactly did I do that caused her to change? Was it because I initiated an attack?
Black Trojan's mind raced, his body remained rigid, not daring to move carelessly anymore.
As the sun continued to sink, grazing the ridges of distant, rolling hills, clouds gathered in the sky. A piercing Gale began to blow throughout Ibaraki Middle School.
The wind howled, prying open the wooden door of the art classroom. Glass windows trembled, and curtains fluttered and danced like skirts. Scrolls on the wooden desks were whisked up by the Gale, drifting around the classroom.
