At this moment, in the storage house at the back of the school.
As usual, the entire place was filled with the usual, comforting cacophony of lunch—the clinking of chopsticks against bento boxes, the rustle of snack wrappers, and the lighthearted bickering that had become the heartbeat of their group.
Erina sat in the center of the chaos, delicately nibbling on a piece of tamagoyaki.
Thinking to herself, that never in a million years have she imagined that one day, her life would be full of laughter and joy.
Back then, her world was a cold, monochromatic landscape populated only by Rei and Taro, and even then, she couldn't quite enjoy anything because of the pressure of her family.
For them, every actions she had to take must always be calculated, and how it would bring the most benefits to the family.
In fact, since she was old enough to hold a pen, Erina had been a project of her family rather than a person.
