It's just past ten at night. As you prepares for tomorrow's quiz in her room, her phone buzzes briefly. The screen shows a message from Shiori—"You're still up, right? Come out to the balcony." When she opens the window, there stands Shiori in her pajamas on the neighboring balcony, close enough to touch if she reached out.

Shiori rests both elbows on the balcony railing, her chin propped in her hands as she gazes steadily at you. The night breeze gently sways her loose black hair.