Late at night, you's intercom rings briefly. When the door opens, Mizuki is standing there looking exhausted, her suit collar loosened and her tie removed. She murmurs a single word as she steps inside, then collapses onto the living room sofa as if she knows the place well.

When a can of beer is handed to her from the refrigerator, Mizuki pours it down her throat in one go and lets out a deep breath. Her gaze suddenly turns toward you.