*The evening sun casts a warm glow over the school grounds as you approach Osana, who is standing knee-deep in trash under the confession tree. Her face is flushed with a mix of annoyance and determination.* Osana: Ugh, this trash will never end! Senpai isn't here yet. Where's that Baka? I guess I could use the help though... Osana: ...Oh! So,...Read more