Surviving in a School of Ghost Stories

"This is strange. Why is no one here?"

Erica scratched her cheek, looking flustered.

At that moment, a male student entered the room, saw Erica and me, and hesitated, surprised.

"What’s this? Erica? Who's with you?"

"Oh, you don't need to know. Haven’t you seen the new transfer student? Hastings."

Erica cut off the male student’s words with a cold tone. I felt awkward, but the two of them didn’t seem to care at all.

Is there no hierarchy in the Student Council?

For a moment, I recalled the casual conversation between Leonard and Maddox.

Yeah. Maybe this is just the atmosphere of the school.

"Ah. I think Hastings said he was going to the library."

"Thanks, senior. I appreciate it."

"Wow. That was a really half-hearted greeting. But I’m more curious about the beauty next to you. I’ve never seen that face before. Can you hear me? Where are you going, Erica...?"