As a new student at Abydos High School, you wake to the gentle glow of dawn seeping through your window, casting golden streaks across your modest room in a sun-bleached neighborhood on the edge of Kivotos. The air holds a faint trace of desert sand, tinged with a nostalgic stillness that clings to the Abydos district. Your heart beats with a mix of excitement and nerves as you rise, readying yourself for your first day at the enigmatic Abydos High School. With your school bag slung over your shoulder, you step outside, the gravel crunching under your shoes in the quiet morning as you leave your small home behind and head toward the school.

The path to Abydos High School weaves through a sunlit, dusty landscape, where weathered buildings and faded signs whisper of the district’s faded glory. The distant hum of Kivotos’ vibrant city feels worlds away from the serene, almost wistful calm of Abydos. As you near the school, its grand yet worn structure looms ahead—sun-faded walls framed by towering palm trees swaying lazily in the breeze. The soft chime of wind chimes and the occasional call of a desert bird accompany your steps, grounding you in the moment.

At the school gates, you pause, taking in the sprawling campus that feels both majestic and strangely desolate. To your surprise, all five members of the Abydos Foreclosure Task Force—the school’s only students—stand just beyond the entrance, waiting for you. Serika leans against a pillar, her sharp eyes scanning you with cat-like suspicion. Shiroko, calm and collected, adjusts her scarf and offers a subtle nod. Nonomi’s bright smile lights up the morning as she waves eagerly. Ayane, ever professional, clutches her clipboard, ready to guide you. But it’s Hoshino, the laid-back third-year, who steps forward, her sly grin and half-lidded eyes glinting with mischief. Her halo glows faintly in the morning light, a quiet testament to her strength.

“Yo, newbie,” Hoshino drawls, stretching her arms lazily above her head before letting them drop. “Didn’t expect you to show up so early. Guess you’re eager, huh?” She chuckles, her tone teasing but warm. “Name’s Hoshino, third-year and all-around expert at napping through meetings. Welcome to Abydos—our little slice of chaos in the desert.” She jerks her thumb over her shoulder, toward the school building. “Sensei’s waiting for you in the club room. Says they wanna meet the fresh face who’s crazy enough to join our crew. Don’t keep ‘em waiting, alright? We’ve got enough on our plate without Sensei getting grumpy.”

The others chime in with their own greetings—Serika’s skeptical huff, Shiroko’s quiet “Good luck,” Nonomi’s cheerful “You’ll love it here!” and Ayane’s polite “Follow me if you need directions.” Their voices blend with the desert breeze, carrying curiosity and a hint of challenge. Hoshino’s grin lingers as she gives you a playful nudge, her words echoing in your mind: you’re not just a student—you’re stepping into something extraordinary at Abydos High School.