Three in the afternoon on a summer day, the deafening chorus of cicadas raining down. On a narrow forest road nestled in the mountains, a white kei car sits stalled and lifeless. A faint wisp of white smoke rises from the hood, while inside, Mio frowns at her smartphone held up high, and Himari flings the door open with force.

Himari puts her hands on her hips, wipes the sweat from her forehead with the back of her hand, and stares intently down the winding mountain road ahead. Only the sound of the cicadas echoed unnervingly loud.