Could she really be a genius?

After school, Sam finally made his way to the clubroom, a place that now felt somewhat unfamiliar.

The room seemed a bit damp, and as he opened the door, he realized he was the first to arrive. He opened the windows, letting the last rays of sunlight stream in. The curtains fluttered in the cold breeze, but he didn't feel too chilly.

He was here because of a notification from Isabella. It had been a while since they had one, giving off a sense that something significant was about to happen. 

But Sam had no idea what it could be. Surely, they wouldn't throw a big surprise at him on the first day back in the clubroom, right?

As he pondered, the door behind him creaked open.

Turning around, he saw Angel striding in like a victorious general, head held high. 

Angel... What's up with her? Why does she look so smug?

Before Sam could say anything, another girl followed Angel in.