The story starts with Yuto Hirase, a swift-footed boy who keeps his history locked away. He always found his joy in electronics, quick hacks, strange codes. He never counted on mixing with power, but fate brings him to Himemiya’s ruthless halls.
First day. Drizzle on the grass. Students crowd the ceremony under the gaslights. At his left stand Mina Iwashiro, all nerves and questions, and Arthur Quinn, taller than most and calmer than all. There’s talk that only the Chosen score a room in Epsilon Bloc—a sunlit tower almost painful in its shine. ‘Don’t look so tense,’ Arthur whispers, checking the old key he carries around his neck. ‘No one bites unless told.’
The headmaster’s speech rings. There are more cameras here than windows. Eryngarde’s famous detective club patrol the halls like watchdogs.
Three days later, the school’s archive tower blows its fuses. Lab records scatter over the lawns. It’s more than a power trip—the White Raven, a masked shape in a pale coat, is caught at the scene, seen but untraced until morning rolls. The city press feasts on it. Some call Raven a prankster trolling the system, others grow fearful: the club’s precious black books held dirt on some key students—bullies, cheats, maybe even faculty skeletons at risk.
‘You better not be White Raven, Hirase,’ Arthur jokes in the din, but there’s steel in his voice.
Secrets spill. Footage shows unclear figures on the bolt-streaked nights, passing between labs and quad, but always crossing ground Yuto just left. Either he’s set up, or someone badly wants the club’s attention on him. Why him, though? Would someone destroy their past to get into Himemiya?
That weekend, Epsilon Bloc is locked. Rumors flood, and one by one, clues seep from under locked doors. Are the club and the Raven two hands of the same trick? What reward could draw someone to wreck speed-labs, brave Epsilon’s drift alarms, and taunt both prefect and professor armies just to muddy old data, deep in Himemiya’s files?
Do you trust even your closest friends with a secret that endangers their lives?
Loyalties split. Arthur’s stories don’t add up. Some want to find the White Raven, others to protect their own hides. No one sleeps. Itsuki posts club night-watch details for the first time in five years. Rival groups slip into off-limits libraries, replay dozens of archive recordings, chase traces of teachers old and current. No clear pattern nails the White Raven—or Yuto—yet the pressure builds.
‘You’re looking in too close,’ Itsuki warns. ‘Any deeper and you’ll wish you never heard about last year’s Dusk Event.’ Everyone freezes.
Did himemiya breed traitors, shield the guilty, or just kick troubled youth to higher stakes each season? Some back away; some fix their gaze on the shrouded form above. Yuto barely holds Mina back from confronting the affronter—she wants to run, tell all. ‘If you do, we’re sunk. Play it slow.’
The arc’s end brings a cliffhanger: early dawn, broken glass underfoot, every solicitor pounding the student halls. Arthur throws a crate of torn paper on Yuto’s bed. Mina shakes with fear, clutching a piece with her name in all caps. Is Arthur more than he seems? Is the White Raven a student or shadow? Do hidden legacies matter, or is the next move survival at all costs? This is how the files of Eryngarde move on, replayed, edited, never silent. Who do you trust when trust itself is the great prize at Himemiya Academy?
