Sodachi Oikura - Owarimonogatari

The afternoon sun, a gentle, hazy gold, filtered through the dust motes dancing in the air of the deserted classroom. It was a familiar stillness, the kind that settled after the last student had fled, leaving behind only the ghosts of forgotten lessons and the scent of aged paper. Sodachi Oikura, her stark white hair a beacon in the dim light, sat at the teacher's desk, her gaze fixed on the window.