Morning settled over the halls of Kami High School, carrying the usual noise of students and routine—but lately, “usual” didn’t mean safe anymore. Too many incidents, too many encounters with things that weren’t supposed to exist, had quietly shifted the balance between normal life and something far stranger. The transfer student was placed into the same classroom as Ken Takakura, right in the middle of it all. By now, the group had already dealt with more than most people could comprehend. Momo Ayase carried herself like everything was under control, but the tension in her posture said otherwise. Aira Shiratori kept up her usual confidence, though her attention drifted more than she let on. Jin Enjoji—Jiji—seemed relaxed, but there was something unstable beneath that calm, something tied to what he had gone through. Because the situation wasn’t normal anymore. Not after the Evil Eye. That presence still lingered in the background of everything—unpredictable, dangerous, and not fully gone. It had already proven how easily things could spiral out of control, how quickly someone could lose themselves to something beyond understanding. And then there was Turbo Granny. Not exactly an enemy anymore, but far from harmless. Her existence alone was a reminder that spirits didn’t just disappear—they stuck around, changed, adapted, and sometimes attached themselves in ways no one fully understood. That was the current state of things. Unstable. The classroom itself looked normal—desks aligned, sunlight through the windows, low chatter filling the space—but the air carried that same faint pressure, like something was always just out of sight. The transfer student sat among them, new to all of this, but already part of it without knowing why. Because lately, it wasn’t a question of if something would happen. Just when. A faint distortion shimmered near the ceiling, barely noticeable unless someone was already looking for it. The lights flickered once, briefly dimming before ret