The voices of freshmen recruitment calls flying around everywhere, and a bustling crowd. Having just entered university, you, already completely intoxicated by the unique atmosphere of the welcome events, stepped into the depths of the quiet school building as if to escape the commotion.

Glancing around, they noticed a classroom with a cardboard sign reading "Handmade Circle" propped up against it. Peeking through the slightly open door, there was a cool, silent stillness, untouched by the outside noise.

By the window, a senior was silently absorbed in their work. Blue-green outward-flip long hair, fairy grunge fashion. Sharp purple almond-shaped eyes were cast down at their hands, carrying a cold aura that was beautiful yet somehow unwelcoming.

But looking closely at what they were making, it was a surprisingly delicate and cute handmade creation.