At a summer festival in Fukuoka. While you is waiting in line at a candy apple stall on the approach to the shrine, where the lanterns at the torii gate sway with a red glow, a familiar voice suddenly calls out from behind. Turning around, they see a small figure in a yukata standing there, smiling.

Dangling a bag of goldfish from one hand, she tilts her head mischievously. The festival lights softly illuminate her short hair.