**********  A few days earlier, at lunchtime

You sat motionless, fork in hand, staring blankly at the freshly grilled steak in front of you, its rich aroma still rising into the air.

You : (Which part should I cut first to make it taste the best..?)

You were, in fact, seriously contemplating that. But from the distance, Satan saw something else entirely.

Satan : Hey, Sitri. Don’t you think [Your name]’s appetite has dropped compared to before ?? Hahh ?

Sitri : …? I’m not sure, Your Majesty.

Satan : Look at them ! Just spacing out without eating anything. With all that delicious food right in front of them ! 

Sitri : Hmm… now that you mention it, maybe…?

Satan : That’s a classic early symptom of depression.

You : (I can hear you, Satan…)

Thanks to Satan, who had no idea how loud his voice was, you could clearly hear all of his concerns — misguided as they were.

But as always, you brushed it off as a passing incident and didn’t think much of it. 

At least, not yet. You didn’t realise how big this situation would become.

**********

It was another day. While helping Satan carry piles of approval documents, you tilted your head back, feeling the stiffness in your neck. A small sigh escaped without you even realising it. But Satan, who had just turned the corner of the hallway, saw it — and immediately grabbed Paimon by the shoulder.

Satan : Did you hear that ?! That soul-crushing sigh just now ?! That’s the sound of someone’s spirit crying out under pressure !!

Paimon : Oh myyy ~ ! Then does that meannn ~ ?!

Satan : [Y/n]... It really depression after all…!!

Once again, you took his concern lightly and simply continued on your way.

But, it was a mistake. Not for just a day or two, but nearly over a week, Satan caused a commotion, insisting that you were depressed. Because of that, not only Satan but the other devils also came to believe the depression theory (?) about you, and everyone began to worry. Even when you belatedly realise how serious things had gotten and repeatedly insisted that wasn’t the case, not a single devil belied you.

Leraye : [Y/n]... if something’s bothering you, you have to tell us.

You : No, seriously…! I told you, I’m not depressed ?!

Leraye : I heard the thing people with depression say the most is ‘I’m fine’...

You : (This is driving me crazy…!!)

********** And finally, today

To put everyone’s worries to rest, you deliberately acted energetic — eating well and even properly finishing your dessert.

Which, of course, led you sinking into the plush sofa in the corner of the office, fighting — and losing — to a food coma. Seeing your limp, lethargic form, Satan finally couldn’t hold back and shouted loudly enough to shake the office.

Satan : It’s definitely depression !! Now it’s progressed to lethargy !! 

The gazes of the 72 Devils reviewing documents all turned towards you at once. Crossing his thick arms, Satan declared with a serious face.

Satan : I’ve been through this, I know the signs. This is definitely depression. If we don’t act fast, it’s going to get serious !!

After repeating “That’s not it !” countless times over the past few days, you were beyond annoyed — but you couldn’t just stay silent either.

You : Stan, I’m not really-

Asmodeus : Looks like homesickness.

Just as you were about to argue back, the office door opened and Asmodeus appeared.

You : Asmodeus ??

Asmodeus : Hey, sweetheart. Nice surprise, isn’t it ?

Belial : Everyone, open the windows ! Hurry up, you slow idiots !!

Belial sprang to his feet, urgently giving orders as if poisonous gas had filled the room. It was an attempt to dilute even a little of the pheromones Asmodeus was emitting. 

Asmodeus : I had something to discuss with Satan, and since I was here, I thought I’d stop by and see you too.

Satan : Don’t go doing things nobody asked you to, you bastard !!

Whether Satan growled and threw things or not, Asmodeus leisurely leaned against the doorframe, glanced at you on the sofa, and crossed his arms.

Asmodeus : It’s homesickness.

Satan : Homesickness ??

Asmodeus : It’s different from depression. They just miss home.

Satan : You think I wouldn’t know that ?! Don’t explain it to me — damn it !!

Ignoring Satan, Asmodeus continued while looking at you.

Asmodeus : Well, it’s only natural. You can’t contact the people on Earth, and you can’t even meet them…

His voice trailed off, the corner of his lips curling so slightly, amusement flickering in his eyes. In truth, whether it was depression or homesickness didn’t matter to him. Using your current listless state as an excuse, he found himself wanting to once again savor that thrilling sensation from before — when he played the role of your ‘teacher’ and had you completely under his control.

Asmodeus : (Ahh, just thinking about that time again is making me heat up down there.) Perfect. I’ll perfectly cure that homesickness myself. Whether it’s homesickness or depression, all I need to do is let them experience an Earth so enjoyable that it completely erases it, right ? And if I’m choosing the setting, it’ll be [your name]’s school days. (That way, I can take on the role of teacher again and spend enjoyable time with [your name].)

Satan : …? Hey, what exactly are you planning ?

Asmodeus : I’ll recreate an entire ‘school life on Earth’ just for [your name] — one where all suffering is erased.

At that moment, Asmodeus and Satan glanced over toward where you were. You nodded. Unable to resist the food coma that came after eating, you had already begun dozing off.

Satan : Recreating an entire Earth-style school life just for them — sure, that’s impressive, but since when could you even pull something like that off ??

Asmodeus : I can’t do it — but I know someone who can. I’m going to meet Angra Mainyu.

Asmodeus’ words quickly reached the other five kings. Thanks to Satan’s dramatic overreaction over the past few days, they were all already under the impression that you were depressed — true or not. So when they heard that Asmodeus was going to meet Angra Mainyu, they asked to accompany him. However, even for the rulers of Hell, meeting ‘Angra Mainyu’ — the supreme deity of a world and an expert in the creation of spacetime — was not something they could do by simply opening a door and walking in. It required proper procedures and a ‘relay’.

Asmodeus : In that case, we’ll just go through an intermediary. You all can attend remotely. 

Mammon : Fine. I will lend you my drone. For a price, of course.

And so, Asmodeus crossed the boundaries of Hell and headed toward the domain of Azathoth — the origin of all dimensions, where formless chaos churns endlessly. At the heart of the blinding cosmic abyss, a vast, shapeless presence surged.

Azathoth : What have you come to sell ? Or perhaps to buy ? For reference, the ‘Essence of Sleep Bed’ you ordered last time is still in transit.

Asmodeus : I request an audience with Angra Mainyu, overseer of light and truth. I wish to negotiate a deal concerning the creation of spacetime.

Azathoth : Oh ? A relay. Very well.

The abyss rippled grotesquely, and Azathoth’s network — connecting all things in the universe — actived. As if tuning into the frequency of chaos, space warped and twisted. And at last, the mediation was accepted. The pitch-black darkness split apart, revealing a realm of blinding brilliance and enormous golden mechanisms — the divine realm of Angra Mainyu. 

Seated upon his throne, Angra Mainyu listened to Asmodeus’ audacious request delivered through the relay — and burst into hearty laughter.

Angra Mainyu : “What an amusing proposal. Very Well — one month, precisely. I shall create a perfect, simulated school life for that human — one without worry, without pain, without a single flaw. A utopia where everything revolves around that human alone.”

Angra Mainyu’s eyes gleamed — with mischief or perhaps arrogance.

Angra Mainyu : “But nothing comes for free. If that child chooses to abandon returning to Hell and instead remains in my perfect world forever… Hand over your territory — Hell itself — to me.

The atmosphere in the divine realm dropped like a weight. It was an insane gamble — one wrong move, and the devils would lose their entire domain. However, the kings — hearing Angra Mainyu’s proposal through the Tartaros-made drone Asmodeus had deployed — responded with nothing more than scoffs of disbelief.

Satan : There’s no such thing as a losing bet. I’m in !!

Satan slammed his hand down on the table — BANG ! A cracking sound followed as the table split apart.

Mammon : I will raise the stakes. My entire fortune. If we win, you double it.

Mammon placed his bert with a relaxed smile.

Leviathan : There’s no way that human would ever abandon this Hell, not with us in it.

Just as Leviathan let out a scoff as he was done speaking.

Angra Mainyu : “In the world I create, you will all be there as well.”

Angra Mainyu let out a mocking laugh at their overconfidence and turned the massive gears of creation.

**********

As you opened your eyes, you blankly stared up at an unfamiliar ceiling — one that felt nothing like Hell at all. You had clearly been dozing off on the sofa in Satan’s office, but what touched your cheek now was not the sofa, but a dazzlingly white, crisp blanket.

You : …? What happened ? (Did someone move me ?)

A gentle breeze drifted in though the open window, carrying the sound of chirping sparrows and the freshness of morning air. As you pushed yourself up, you realise you were dressed in a familiar school uniform.

You : This is… my old school uniform…?

You blinked, glancing down at your hands before looking around in confusion. A space that vaguely resembled Minhyeok’s room… no — it looked exactly like Minhyeok’s room.

You : (But… something feels off. Like… There’s no trace of his scent anywhere.)

If anything, the room felt strangely familiar — like it had always been yours alone.

You : I’m sure I was just in Gehenna’s castle, so why did I suddenly wake up here ?

Just as you considered pinching your cheek to check if this was a dream, you realised something.

You : My body feels… unbelievably light…!

Your shoulders, which had been unconsciously tense ever since arriving in Hell, had softened. Your skin, once dry from sleepless nights due to relentless angel attacks, now felt smooth. And the stress you had quietly carried — missing Earth and Minhyeok — vanished completely.

You : (My head feels so clear…! And somehow, it feels like my energy is overflowing !) What is this ? Why do I feel so good ? I feel like I could memorise an entire book in one go or sprint 100 meters in 9 seconds.

The contract between Angra Mainyu and the kings was a secret to you. So you had no way of knowing that this virtual world was one where you become an overpowered being capable of doing everything perfectly.

You : Huhu ! I get it now. This is one amazing dream ! 

Deciding that was the only explanation, you stepped outside, almost as if pulled along by the strange vitality coursing through you.

You : Since I’m in uniform, maybe I should go to school ?

Leaving the place identical to Minhyeok’s house, you walked along the familiar route you used to take to school as a child.

“All students, please gather in the auditorium !”

It seemed there was some kind of school event, as student council members were calling everyone in.

You : (For some reason, my heart’s starting to race…!)

Not long after, all the students gathered in the auditorium. Then the student council president stepped onto the stage, and with a relaxed stride, took position in front of the microphone.

Beelzebub : Well, well ~ I didn’t expect everyone to actually show up just because I called. How obedient. Keke.

The one who stepped onto the stage with a sly grin was none other than Beelzebub. At that single small smile, the shrieks of the female students rang out loudly enough to seem as though they would pierce the auditorium roof.

You : (R-Right. Dreams reflect the subconscious… so it’s not strange for Beelzebub to appear in my dream ! … But making Beelzebub the student council president ? What kind of subconscious decision is that …?)

Just as you let out an awkward laugh in disbelief, an enormous roar loud enough to tear through your eardrums came from the school gate outside the auditorium.

VROOOOM !!! SCREEEECH !!!

Satan : Kahaha ! I haven’t even arrived yet, and you’re already starting without me ?!

At the front of a loud group arriving on motorcycles stood Satan, laughing heartily. The sheer noise with Satan’s voice, everyone jumped to their feet and rushed to the auditorium windows to look outside.

You : (So Satan’s a student here too…? And the leader of a biker gang ? That fits him way too well.)

Just then, from inside the school grounds, a group of students wearing black uniforms marched in perfect formation toward the school gate where Satan stood.

Walking at the very front of them was…

Mammon : I have been waiting, Satan ! Today, we settle this once and for all. With this school on the line.

From the looks of it, Satan and Mammon appeared to be the leaders of two rival factions competing over the school. Soon after, the two groups collided and the school’s main gate was literally being smashed to pieces. On one side were Satan’s delinquents, wearing intimidating special attack uniforms embroidered with fierce designs, revving their motorcycle engines. On the other side were Mammon’s wealthy-family faction, dressed in pristine luxury uniforms and wielding top-tier weapons — were grabbing each other by the collars and causing chaos.

Beelzebub : Let’s ignore those idiots outside and move with the program, shall we ~

As Beelzebub lightly tapped the microphone while speaking, the students obediently returned to their seats.

Beel : The reason we’ve gathered today is none other than to announce the school festival that will take place in one month ! 

You : (A school festival ?!)

Your heart began pounding once more. Just thinking about it already sounded fun.

Beel : That said ~ the important details won’t come from me — the head of the disciplinary committee will further explain.

You : (Why ?)

Beel : I couldn’t be bothered writing the script, so I handed it off ~

You : (Of course you did !!)

Beel : Alright then ~ please welcome the head of the disciplinary committee, who’ll go over the festival details and rules ~

As Beelzebub clapped his hands, someone neatly dressed in a proper uniform stepped up from below the stage and stood before the microphone.

Levi : I am the head of the disciplinary committee. 

You : (Leviathan, who loves rules, being the head of the disciplinary committee that suits him perfectly ! Though that means I’ll have to be extra careful not to break any school rules…)

You didn’t know when this dream would end, but even in a dream, you didn’t want to get scolded by Leviathan. 

Levi : During the festival preparations…

Then, suddenly, Leviathan stopped mid-sentence and fixed a sharp glare toward the front row.

Levi : There’s a student sleeping in plain sight.

As he stared fixedly in one direction, everyone’s gaze followed. The person was…

Belphie : Leviathan, yer voice just ain’t suited for readin’ stuff like that. Makes a body mighty sleepy. 

Mumbling half-asleep, Belphegor let his head droop again with a thud and immediately fell back asleep. Leviathan looked ready to storm off the stage and grab him by collar, but Beelzebub barely managed to hold him back. 

Beel : Alright then, that’s all for today ! Let’s hope the festival turns out to be a fun one.

As he said that, Beelzebub once again looked precisely in your direction and gave you a wink.

After the chaotic morning assembly ended, you followed the crowd of students heading toward their classrooms.

You : (Come to think of it…! I don’t even know what grade or class I’m in this dream…!)

The moment that thought crossed your mind, a voice called your name from behind.

Asmo : [Your name], private consultation.

You turned — and sure enough, there he was, dressed as a teacher, smiling at you with dangerously captivating charm while motioning you closer.

You : Asmodeus…teacher ?

Asmo : Pfft…!

It felt awkward, but  aware of the people around you — even if this was a dream — you called him “teacher”. That alone made him break into laughter, barely able to contain himself as he covered his mouth.

You : … No way…

Asmo [Y/n], that was adorable. The way you called me ‘teacher’... I’d love to record it and keep it forever.

You : What — wait, this isn’t really a dream…? You’re not just Asmodeus in my dream — but the real Asmodeus ?

Asmo : It’s practically the same as a dream, so don’t worry.

Asmodeus gave a strangely vague explanation as he wrapped an arm around your waist.

You : … Dream or not, I feel like this kind of physical contact between a teacher and a student might be a problem.

Asmo : You’re not that stiff of a person, are you ?

You : But you… you’re pretty stiff right now…

You could feel what was inside Asmodeus’ pants, fully hardened, pressing firmly against your body.

Asmo : Can I rub against your thigh ?

You : That sounds extremely inappropriate for a teacher to say…

Asmo : That’s what makes it more thrilling.

You couldn’t refute that remark, so you only opened and closed your mouth silently — because you thought the same thing as well.

Asmo : Keke, I’d love to keep you all to myself from day one — but for now, try enjoying school life a little more.

You : Oh… That actually sounded pretty teacher-like.

Asmo : Here — this is a note with your grade and class, along with your schedule.

You accepted it, not forgetting to thank him. Just as you turned to head toward the classroom : 

Asmo : Make sure you fully enjoy everything in this place, [y/n].

You : I will.

Something about his words felt oddly strange, making you tilt your head in confusion.

Just then — Ding-dong-dang-dong-

You : (Ah…! The warning bell before class…!)

You hurried down the hallway so you wouldn’t be late. Without realising it, the lightness granted by your overpowered buff made your steps quicker and quicker — until your brisk walk had naturally turned into a light run.

You : Ah, I’m going to be late ! Gotta hurry…

It happened as you quickly turned a corner. Thud-! Your body collided with something, and a heavy impact struck your forehead. With a short cry, you lost your balance and began to fall backward — but at that very moment, a large, cool hand firmly wrapped around your waist and pulled you sharply forward.

You : Hagh, I’m sorry…! I should’ve watched where I was going…  b-but…? Huh ? You’re…

You raised your voice, then quickly stopped yourself mid-sentence. Standing there, looking down at you with a few buttons of his uniform shirt undone and his tie loosened, was none other than Lucifer.

You : (Did all seven kings really end up in my dream ?! No, more importantly…! We’re way too close…!)

Flustered, you hurriedly stepped back, widening the distance between you. Lucifer was like an unfathomable abyss — impossible to read. A fallen angel who had lived thousands of years, one who regarded humans as beings worth less than ants. Though he was sometimes lenient toward you, he usually felt cold and intimidating. Whether his chilling presence carried into dreams or not, the reactions of the other students in the hallway were anything but ordinary.

You : (The moment Lucifer appeared, all the passing students are naturally moving aside…?)

No one tried to speak to him. No one even attempted to meet his gaze.

You : (Lucifer, what kind of existence is he at this school ? No, more importantly, I should apologise first !) Lu-Lucifer… I’m sorry…!

Lucifer : Forget it.

As expected, instead of saying “it’s fine”, Lucifer merely gave a curt reply that sounded more like he wasn’t interested, then turned and walked away. On his back, you could see that he was carrying a guitar case. Watching him as he walked farther away, you suddenly remembered that quite some time had passed since the warning bell rang.

You : (I should get to class first…!!)

Lucifer : …….

After your brief encounter with Lucifer, you hurried back to the classroom, where class was already in progress. But even though you arrived late, no one scolded you.

Teacher : If [Y/n] was late to class, there must have been a reason.

Everyone seemed to share the same thought — even the teacher said it out loud.

You : (What is this ? This deep trust they have in me…?!)

Teacher : Alright, who wants to solve this next equation ? It’s a bit tricky.

To your own surprise, you were the one who solved the problem. And even as harder questions followed, you solved them one after another without hesitation.

You : (Huh ? Was I always this smart ?)

But academics weren’t the only thing you excelled at. It was the final class of the day, physical education. In the dodgeball match, you lightly dodged a powerful throw from the opposing team, then used the rebounding ball to knock out one opponent. With your performance bringing the match to a clean finish, cheers and applause erupted from all around.

You : (Wow… I looked pretty cool just now ! Ah ! I get it ! In this dream, I’m a ‘munchkin’ who’s good at everything ! There’s no worries, no fatigue, no bullies, no stress here !)

The moment that thought crossed your mind, your eyes caught sight of another class having PE on the opposite side of the field.

You : (That class is… Ah ! It’s Lucifer’s class…!)

They were playing basketball, but even from afar, it was obvious that no one wanted to go anywhere near Lucifer. Then, when the ball accidentally ended up in Lucifer’s hands, he didn’t even move — he simply threw the shit from where he stood, scoring a perfectly clean three-pointer. The same thing happened every time the ball went to Lucifer, making the game look anything but normal.

You : (That’s… completely overwhelming…?)

At that moment, students nearby also stared in the same direction and began whispering among themselves. 

Student : If the basketball team saw that, they'd be devastated again.

Student : Seriously. Not just basketball — soccer, baseball, even fighting — he’s apparently good at everything, but he turned down every club offer.

You wiped your sweat while carefully listening in on their conversation.

You : (So Lucifer is the ‘admired by everyone but uninterested in everything himself’ kind of lone-wolf character…!)

Just then, Lucifer’s class basketball game ended. At that moment, Lucifer turned his head — and it seemed like he was looking straight toward you.

Shhk-! You instinctively averted your gaze, worried your eyes might meet his.

You : (Everytime I see Lucifer, my heart starts acting weird.)

Whether it was out of excitement or fear, you couldn’t tell.

********** After school, as the crimson sunset stretched long across the sky

You : Hehe, I hope this dream goes on forever. 

After your standout performance in the final class — PE — you headed toward the rarely used storage area to cool off your sweat. 

You : (Come to think of it, in romance manga, heart-fluttering things always happen in places like gym storage rooms…! This dream feels like a perfect world made just for me, so maybe the things I’m hoping for really could happen…)

Just as that thought crossed your mind, a thick arm shot out from the darkness, grabbing your waist and pulling you straight into the storage room. With a bang, the iron door shut, sending pale dust into the air.

Satan : Shh.

The one who had forcibly pushed you toward the worn vaulting mats inside the storage room was none other than Satan.

You : (...Th-that scared me…! It’s just Satan.  I thought it was a stranger, so that’s a relief… Wait. Is this actually a situation to feel relieved about ?)

Between the open collar of his delinquent school uniform, his firm chest muscles were visible, and the lingering heat from his recent fight — along with his strong, masculine scent — washed over you.

You : (...Whether it’s a relief or not, I guess this is still something to be grateful for !)

You swallowed nervously, sneaking glances at his muscles. The scene you had secretly hoped for was unfolding right in front of you.

Satan : Keke, [Y/n]. You really don’t change, even here.

You : …? What do you mean, even here ? Ah ! Wait — do you still remember things from outside this dream too ? Like Asmodeus ?

Satan : A dream ? Yeah, calling it that works. Something like that.

His explanation was just as vague as Asmodeus’ — but that wasn’t what mattered right now.

You : But why did you suddenly drag me somewhere like…

Before you could finish asking, your lips were swallowed by Satan’s rough lips. He easily grabbed both your wrists with one hand and pinned them above your head. Satan’s tongue forced its way past your closed lips, roaming widely inside your mouth. Without giving you even a moment to breathe, the dense and forceful kiss that seemed intent on swallowing even the root of your tongue drained all the strength from your legs. The explicit, wet sound of saliva tangling echoed strangely through the quiet gym storage room. Satan gripped your chin and twisted it, pushing in deeper, while the other hand hastily tugged up the hem of your school blouse. His rough, masculine hand seized your bare breast firmly.

You : (What do I do…? It really feels like the thing I was ‘hoping for’ is about to happen…!)

Your prediction was exactly right.

Both your breathing gradually grew more ragged, until eventually the empty gym storage room filled with the sounds of bodies colliding and suppressed moans.

Much later — after reaching climax again and again — you both collapsed onto the mat, gasping for breath.

You : Haa…Haa.. Satan… I feel like I just fulfilled a dream I didn’t even know I had…

Lying beside you, Satan laughed as he pulled your waist closer, pressing your lower abdomen against his.

You : Btw… If you still have memories from outside this dream, does that mean you guys came into my dream ?

Satan : Something like that.

You : Then… Why are you fighting Mammon all the time ???

You finally asked the question that had been bothering you the whole time.

Satan : My memories are fine, and my will hasn’t changed. But it feels like the ‘forcing power’ of this world keeps pushing my role here onto me.

You : Your role ?

Satan : Yeah. In this world, I’m not the King of Gehenna — I’m the leader of a biker gang at this school ! The second I see that bastard Mammon’s face, my temper spikes and my fists fly before I can stop myself !

You : …You already act like a biker gang leader normally, and it’s not just Mammon — you throw punches at the other kings too. Honestly, it doesn’t seem that different…

Satan : ?? Really ??

He tilted his head, eyes wide in genuine confusion. When you laughed at the sight, his expression softened.

Satan : Anyway, just enjoy this world while you can. Since you’ve got the chance. Maybe that depression of yours will clear up too.

You : I told you, it’s not depression…

Satan : Then homesickness.

You : I don’t think it’s that either… or maybe it is ?

At this point, even you weren’t sure anymore. Still, having a dream like this definitely felt like the perfect way to refresh yourself.

You : Alright. I’ll enjoy it as much as I can — my perfect school life.

Satan : Good answer.

With that, he captured your lips again. In the heated air, you felt a pure, unfiltered sense of happiness.

********** The next day

You had fully settled into the ‘perfect daily life’ this fake world offered.

Student : [Y/n] sunbae ! You were amazing in yesterday’s dodgeball match !

Student : Um, these are cookies I made…!

Teachers showered you with endless favor, and students of every grade admired you. Everywhere you went, praise followed.

You : (It surprised me a little that the devils still have their memories… but this perfect daily life is just too exciting ! Seriously, this might be the best dream ever.)

Greeting lunchtime in high spirits, you opened your lunchbox. Somehow this lunchbox had already been inside your bad you when you woke up in the morning.

You : Thanks for the meal !

Just as you cheerfully lifted your chopsticks, your hand froze midair. Right in the center of the lunchbox sat a glossy, perfectly cooked serving of vienna sausage stir-fry.

You : (Ah, this is…)

That was the side dish Minhyeok used to make most often. In other words, this lunchbox resembled the one Minhyeok used to pack. You slowly set your chopsticks down and stared at the sausages. A dull ache tightened somewhere deep in your chest.

You : (This perfect, happy life… it would have been really nice if Minhyeok were here too.)

With a lonely smile, you placed a sausage into your mouth. 

Thankfully, the pleasant events that kept coming one after another soon swept that loneliness away. After classes ended, you were heading home — no club activities to attend — when a sharp, disciplined voice called out from behind. You turned to see Leviathan, the head of the disciplinary committee, standing in his immaculate uniform with an armband.

You : Leviant ? What’s wrong ? Don’t tell me you’re doing uniform checks even after school…?

Leviathan : Uniform inspections are conducted at any time. However, there’s no need to worry. Your uniform is perfect.

Leviathan’s rare praise lifted your mood once again.

You : Then what is it ? Is there something you need help with…?

Levi : That band club member Lucifer was cited for a uniform violation and was supposed to report to receive demerit points. Instead, he skipped afternoon assembly and vanished again.

You : Ah…! So Lucifer’s in the band club. That explains the guitar case he had that day.)

Levi : So I want you to go find him.

You : Me ? Aren’t you the disciplinary president…?

Levi : I have to go deal with Mammon’s improper attire. Lucifer’s behavior is unacceptable in many ways from the standpoint of a disciplinary head, so make sure you find him.

You : (Leviathan probably still has his memories too, yet he’s so immersed in his role as disciplinary president… This ‘forcing power’ of the dream really is scary…) Alright, I’ll do it. But where am I supposed to look for Lucifer ?

Levi : How should I know ?

You : ???

Levi : Figuring that out is also part of your task. 

Leaving those words behind, Leviathan immediately turned and walked away. Being told to find Lucifer — who had vanished without any clue — left you feeling completely lost. Recalling Leviathan’s words, you decided to search around the school first.

You : (Since he’s in the band club, maybe he’s in the band room ?)

But he wasn’t there. It seemed he had skipped club activities as well. You asked around and made your way to his classroom, but he wasn’t there either. Behind the field, the restrooms, the storage rooms, empty classrooms, you went almost everywhere you could, but still couldn’t find Lucifer.

You : (Then the only place left is...)

You headed toward the school rooftop, a place where students were normally forbidden to enter. The rooftop door, which you expected to be locked, was open.

You : (Just as I though, he’s here !)