The sky gradually darkened, and night fell.
The cold wind blew outside in gusts.
The classroom allocated to the Supernatural Society was in a relatively remote academic building, surrounded by trees with walls covered in vines. Passing by in the daytime didn't feel eerie at all, just quiet and cool. But, when combined with the topic of "ghost stories," it suddenly seemed much more terrifying.
The Club President was quite satisfied with the setting. Who would have thought that the only reason he'd managed to secure this classroom was simply because all the less remote ones were already taken?
Unfortunately, this was the new campus. Although many buildings were designed with a sense of history, they were ultimately new. The classroom walls were clean, and the desks and chairs were new. If only it were an old building, it would have felt much more appropriate.
