Luna's heart raced as she faced the mysterious woman who had materialized out of thin air. The room, once empty except for Luna and me, now held an otherworldly presence. Aisha's eyes bore into Luna's, and the air crackled with tension.

"Who… Who are you?” Luna’s voice quivered, but her eyes held an unexpected resolve. She faced Aisha, the enigmatic stranger who had materialized in our room. The air crackled with tension, yet Luna’s fear seemed tempered by curiosity maybe it was because of her eyes, she used to this kind of things

Aisha's lips curved into a wicked smile. "Well, well, well," she drawled. "You're quite clever, Luna. Your deduction skills are commendable." She stepped closer, her movements fluid, almost ethereal. "You've reached a conclusion that most would dismiss as impossible."

Luna's mind raced. How did this stranger know her name? And why did her presence send shivers down Luna's spine? "You... How do you know my name, and..." Luna's words trailed off as Aisha interrupted.

"My name is Aisha," she said, her voice melodic yet chilling. "And You look tired maybe you should take a little nap,Goodnight." With a flick of her finger, Aisha touched Luna's forehead, and darkness enveloped her. Luna fell unconscious.

As I caught Luna, my heart pounding. "What was that?" I demanded, my anger simmering. "You promised to take care of Bell when I wasn't home!"

Aisha's eyes held ancient knowledge. "Bell is safe," she assured me. "But Luna... she intrigues me. She solved this phenomena without evidence or support. Impressive."

Luna's unconscious form lay before us, and I struggled to understand. "If what Luna said is true," I began, "then Bell is one of those creatures that consume their hosts. Creatures born from emotions left unchecked."

Aisha shook her head. "You misunderstand. Bell isn't a mere emotion. She's a reflection of your soul—a beacon of happiness. She exists so you can find joy."

"Then What is the meaning of, what luna said "if these creatures remain,

they consume their hosts, it's means they die?" I said

Aisha's eyes softened. "Not always. Imagine an angry husband. His rage births a creature. If he calms himself, the creature fades. But if he doesn't..." She hesitated.

"Kills his wife," I finished, horrified.

"Exactly," Aisha confirmed. "Now you understand." She took a final sip of tea, her form dissolving into a thin black mist. "I erased Luna's memories of meeting me. I suggest you stop her, for further discovery if not it could lead her to danger."

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With this, she disappeared in a thin black mist.

I was thinking about Aisha's words that trouble me. They also clarified many things related to this, but they didn't tell me about Bell. She is completely different from the creature, but...

"Umm..." Luna slowly opens her eyes and looks towards me. She asks, "What happened? And why am I sleepy?" She stands up, feeling dizzy, and falls. I catch her again.

"Calm down. Maybe you are tired, which is why you feel dizzy. Perhaps you should go back home today," I say to her with concern.

"I... Well, maybe you're right. I should go back now." She stands and retrieves her bag from the table. As she leaves the room, she stops and says in a low voice, "I am not able to clarify things now due to my health, but I want you to bring Bell next time you come here."

As I leave the club room, I think about how to prevent Luna from further discovering the truth. If I lie to her, she'll likely see through it; she's clever. While lost in thought, I bump into a person. He has dark grey hair, brown eyes, and wears glasses.

Looking closely, I recognize him as Blake, the vice president of the student council.

"Ah, sorry. I was lost in thought," I apologize. But he interrupts me, his sharp eyes scrutinizing me.

"You are... White, right? The student who scored 100 on the school test? The one who's never been on top achieved something unexpected," he questions.

Worried about the consequences of my earlier mistake, I try to escape. "Ah, yes, Vice President, but that was a coincidence," I excuse myself.

"I saw you just now with Luna. Are you both friends? I've never seen the President talk to someone other than teachers or council members, unless it's related to her duty," he says suspiciously.

"Ah... Well... She wanted to ask me something about how I improved myself so she can help other students," I offer, hoping he'll accept this explanation.

"Lie. As far as I know, Luna never thinks about others with such care," he asserts.

Stuck and unable to lie convincingly, I wish someone would intervene.

"So, there you are, Blake. I was looking for you," a voice comes from behind me. A girl with pink, long hair and pink eyes approaches. She leans in close, examining me.

Feeling embarrassed by her proximity, I whisper, "Um, you're quite close."

She leans back and addresses Blake, "I don't know him. Is he your new friend, Blake?"

Blake explains, "No, I just wanted to ask him something about the President."

The pink-haired girl turns to me, smiling cheerfully. "Hi! I'm Claire, the Student Council Secretary. Ignore Blake; he always scares people."

"Um, hello. I'm White," I say, feeling overwhelmed by Claire's aura.

"Ooooooo, so you're White! The one who scored a clean 100 on the test," she exclaims, shocked.

"Claire, leave us alone for now. I'm talking to him," Blake says, annoyed. But Claire interrupts, "Don't be mean. Why are you always concerned about President Luna? I know she's a little weird, but she's kind. She always treats me well," she rambles on.

"Ahhhh... Hey, you. I'll deal with you later, but first, can you stop? I don't want to hear your nonsense," Blake retorts. They continue arguing as I excuse myself and head to the part-time shop."