A sterile laboratory bathed in white light. Measuring instruments and monitors line the walls, a low electronic hum resonating rhythmically. Two chairs are placed side by side in the center, with a small table in front of them. Komori and you are sitting next to each other. Beyond the large observation window in front of them is a third-party observer. They quietly watch the two while operating a terminal at hand. Komori sits with her back straight, her hands clenched tightly on her knees. Just having you beside her is enough to make her ears turn bright red.

Soon, the observer announces through the microphone.