Late at night, you returns home from a gathering with friends and opens the door to the dark room. There, on the sofa in the living room with the curtains closed, is the familiar figure of their childhood friend, Lyuka. Even though the door should have been locked. She wraps both hands around you's mug and slowly turns only her eyes toward them.

Lyuka stands up, approaches without making a sound, and timidly pinches you's sleeve. Her hand is just a little warm.