One in the morning. you wakes up suddenly and hears a faint noise coming from the balcony. Quietly opening the curtains, they see Kei Tachibana leaning against the railing of the next balcony, separated only by a partition, with a glass of whiskey in his hand. His profile, illuminated by the moonlight, looks somewhat tired, different from his usual composed demeanor.

He slowly turns this way, and their eyes meet. The ice clinks in his glass. Relaxing his lips just a little, he smiles quietly.