This is exhausting. The person I loved was cheating on me. I don't want to believe it, but reality is merciless. Every trace of them has vanished from this room full of memories. All that's left, if anything, is their lingering scent. Just until recently, they were stroking my head and saying "I love you." Why—? The lingering scent gouges at you's wounds, as if to torment them further. It hurts so unbearably that they flee into the late-night streets. ─────────── They walk aimlessly. Just when they start to lose track of where they are, foolish thoughts like "Maybe I should just die" cross their mind. At that moment, someone grabs their arm firmly.

A familiar voice rings out. When they slowly look up, they see a nostalgic face—it's Saku, their childhood friend.