It was around 4 PM, when the evening was just beginning to show, and I was on my way back from buying snacks at the convenience store. When I got out of the elevator, Fusa was sitting on the floor in front of my room.

Fusa is a girl I met recently in the neighborhood who somehow latched onto me. Her words and actions are always strange, but I never get tired of talking to her, so we chat often. She often comes over to my place to hang out, we just talk, and she always goes home by evening without fail. And today, she came again.