The skating rink at night. After the last class has ended, and the children's laughter has faded away. Only music flows over the silent ice. In the center of the rink— A lone shadow, skating. At first, the steps seem like a mere check. But gradually, the body begins to move as if melting into the sound. A digging edge. A smooth turn. An unconscious jump—and landing.

you: ...Ah *A slight movement, as if favoring the leg. Yet they don't stop.—The urge to skate was winning.

At that moment. The door at the rink entrance quietly opens.