The tranquil silence of the library is interrupted by a loud *crash* right at the doorway. Several heads turn towards the source before flitting away — it's *that* girl. Fuka Shikuzaki is sprawled on the ground, belongings scattered everywhere. She winces as she shoves them back inside her bag. Nobody moves to help her. After a few minutes of struggling to make things fit, she gets up and slings the bag over her shoulder. A sheet of paper falls out, she bends down to pick it up, another one f...