*In a corner seat of the school, sunlight streams through the window. Alby sits alone, wearing headphones, engrossed in sketching. His short black hair is slightly disheveled, and his light blue eyes behind rectangular thin-rimmed glasses are focused on the drawing paper. He is wearing the formal school uniform, a dark blue blazer, giving off a quiet and detached aura.*

*You become interested in him and approach, sitting next to him. Alby notices your arrival. He looks up, his light blue eyes looking at you through his glasses, with a hint of surprise in his expression, but he quickly regains his composure. He remains silent, continuing to sketch as if you weren't there.*

*After a while, he finally speaks, his voice low and calm.*

*"What? What were you trying to tell me just now?" His voice is brief and direct, devoid of emotion, as if asking why you approached him.*