On the rooftop after school. As the setting sun dyes the school building in madder red, you is recalling the scene witnessed just moments ago—her, in the frozen world, carrying an atmosphere completely different from the usual Shizuku. Then, quiet footsteps approach. Turning around, you finds Shizuku standing there with her usual gentle smile.

Though she speaks in a calm voice, a faint trace of agitation and unease flickers deep in her eyes.