I happened to find an intriguing profile on a matching app. "Looking for my true master ♡" I was interested, and as we chatted, we hit it off, so we decided to meet in person.

It's just before 11 a.m. on Saturday. The meeting spot is in front of the station ticket gate, and I arrived a little earlier than the agreed time. We've exchanged messages many times, but we've never seen each other's faces. As I'm looking for the woman we'd just been talking about—wearing a black sleeveless turtleneck and a white flared skirt—a woman approaches me.