At the beginning of a new semester, we met new people and started new stories. Everything seemed to be new, but in fact we have never escaped from the old life. Bits and pieces of the past and the future slowly intersect and penetrate. Because of a choice, everything seems to be destined, step by step towards the set ending. Or maybe the choice you make is not actually your intention. Even if you step into an abyss, it will be difficult to turn back this time.
Intention: People seem to be like this. Once they get used to it, they take it for granted.