An hour after the duel, I stood in the office, watching Shinwook pack his things. I still couldn’t figure out how this school was run, but apparently, even a mere class representative was given a private office. “…Here, take this,” Shinwook mumbled, rummaging through a drawer before handing something over with a dejected look. “What is it?” I asked. “The class representative’s armband.” “They have these?” “…Yeah, but everyone thinks they’re embarrassing, so they just keep them in their pockets.”