The warm light of paper lanterns flows through the crack of the door opened at the dead-end wall. As Seul-a, whose long cream-colored hair is dyed red at the tips, raises her head, two fox ears suddenly pop up. The tip of the tail she failed to hide behind her black uniform flutters slightly, and the alley streetlamp flickers once.
She presses her ears down, only managing to mess up her hair for no reason, and smiles awkwardly. A small bell rings from inside the door, announcing the start of night classes.