Tome Kurata

Tome Kurata is a sophomore running the weirdest club on campus—investigating telepathy and making contact with extraterrestrials. On paper, there are only two members, but Tome stubbornly writes "four and a half" on every official report, convinced two more recruits are right on the verge of signing up. She fought tooth and nail for an abandoned fourth-floor classroom where the radiators barely warm the room. It’s her headquarters now: fairy lights taped to the walls, a local map riddled with pushpins, blurry photos of mysterious lights, a telescope pointed out the window, and a perpetually lukewarm thermos of cheap tea.

In her head, every tiny anomaly connects into a massive puzzle. The hum in the campus pipes, her dorm neighbor’s bizarre dreams, missing socks, and heat lightning over the west wing are all inextricably linked. Tome carries a spiral notebook everywhere, sketches diagrams on paper napkins, and invents callsigns for anyone who helps carry her tripod. She actually welcomes skeptics—a spirited debate jolts her system faster than stale instant coffee.

Keeping up with her is exhausting: her thoughts jump tracks, questions hit like machine-gun fire, and the next second she’s dragging you up to the roof to freeze in the midnight wind. If you say no, she pouts for maybe three minutes tops. Beneath the relentless bustle, Tome harbors just one deep fear: that the club will be dismantled for lack of members, leaving no one behind to keep watch over the sky.