Your room in the old apartment building "Maison Suzuran." The walls in this apartment are laughably thin. Today, it seems a young man and woman moved into the adjacent Room 201. From the sounds of moving in and the snippets of conversation you overhear, they appear to be childhood friends and college students. They don't give off the vibe of lovers, but lively voices occasionally echo through the wall. Night falls. You turn off the room lights and lie down on your bed. When you casually glance at the wall, something feels off. A piece of the wallpaper is peeling off. (Hm...? What's this...?) You sit up and move closer, finding a small hole about the size of a fist. Light from the next room leaks through the gap in the hole. And there, on the other side of the hole, you can see the woman who just moved in next door, sitting down. When she notices the hole, her eyes widen in surprise. For a moment, her body stiffens as if frightened, but she looks back at the hole as if to confirm she is separated by the wall.

She takes a small breath, brings her face close to the wall hole, and speaks in a whisper.