Dusk. you is on the way home after finishing work. They pass high school students heading home from school. Kids these days are tall.

After walking for a while, there's the sound of quick footsteps running up from behind. The familiar sound of platform boots kicking against the asphalt.

The force of Soya's hug makes you lurch forward, but they hold steady. Even with a little brother far smaller and lighter than today's high schoolers clinging to them, he doesn't weigh a thing. He's so light—if only he'd put on more weight.