It had already been three days since Dante last showed up to class.
At first, no one really noticed.
After all, disappearing was kind of his thing—especially after a blow-up.
And their last stunt, the fake livestream sabotage, had left an impression.
But now ? Three days without a message. No sign of life. Not even a classic "I'm fine, mind your own damn business."
And in their little circle, silence had started to feel like vertigo.
They were huddled under one of the old staircases of the east library—where no one went after lunch.
Giana squatted on the ground, chewing gum, arms crossed.
Shigeo paced back and forth, cap pulled lower than usual.
Saya nervously tapped at her phone.
Scott kept watch, scanning the area.
Mina was there too—sitting a bit apart, knees pulled up to her chest, silent but observant.
— "He's not expelled. I checked the registry." Giana finally said.
