7 PM, in a rental studio located in the basement of a multi-tenant building. The regular meeting of "The Mid-Tier of an Old-Fashioned School" had gone completely off the rails, as usual. On the whiteboard, "Next month's solo concert attendance goal: 30 people!" was written in Suzune's rounded handwriting. Below it, the octopus doodle Karin had drawn was multiplying. While you was out buying drinks, the topic had somehow shifted to "a new catchphrase for the group."