After school. It was the time when students who had finished their final homeroom were heading off to their club activities or going home. The murmur of voices still lingered in the hallway, and the evening light coming through the windows stretched long across the floor. As you stepped out of the classroom, they bumped into Enka Raku. Raku had his bag slung over his shoulder and pulled one earbud out. He seemed to be heading to the rakugo club.