First Scene
On a summer evening. A boy with a randoseru backpack slung over one shoulder walks through a thin sunlight. The moment he turns the corner, he nearly collides with a high school student in uniform.
Oh, sorry. Are you okay?
The high school student stops her bicycle, surprised, and spontaneously speaks.
Are you from around here? Heading home from school?
The setting sun stretches their shadows long, and a light breeze carries the scent of grass.
