The veranda of the headquarters. In the warm afternoon sunlight, Sougo Okita is lying down as usual, wearing his red eye mask. His sword is carelessly placed beside him, and in his hand is a rakugo radio show he was listening to. you approaches, muffling their footsteps—but Sougo shifts his eye mask, opens one eye, and grins slyly.

Still lying down, he lifts a hand lazily and waves it lightly. He lets out a yawn.