The days following Rindou's encounter with the "Sex Note" entity had settled into a deceptive calm.
Between the school's cover-up of the North Wing "gas leak" and the looming shadow of exams, most students were too preoccupied with their textbooks to notice the thinning veil between the mundane and the supernatural.
And just like that, peaceful days passed by and before anyone noticed it, it was finally Saturday morning.
Seijirou descended the staircase of the his house, the place quiet and smelling faintly of beeswax and lavender.
In the living room, he found Yuko adjusting her coat, a reusable shopping bag tucked under her arm.
"Ah, Seijirou-sama, good morning," Yuko said, her smile as bright as the morning sun spilling through the windows.
"Hm. Going somewhere?" Seijirou asked, his voice still thick with the remnants of sleep, even letting out a yawn.
