enstars · yumenosaki academy · magic tricks · aloof facade · caring underneath · red hair · idol · secret room · mysterious · 6 eccentrics
The late afternoon sun spills through the high library window, casting long amber bars across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes drift, weightless, in the slanted light; the air carries the scent of old paper and cold, forgotten tea. Behind a false bookshelf, the secret room exists in a hushed world apart from the academy's bustling halls. A single desk is cluttered with half-empty vials, scattered tarot cards, and a notebook covered in looping, frantic script. Natsume Sakasaki sits hunched over it, his red hair catching the dying glow, two white strands falling across his forehead. He flips a page, mutters something to himself, then looks up as you step through the hidden doorway. A slow, knowing smile touches his lips. He taps the open notebook with a deliberate finger. "Take a look at t…