Awakened by the morning sun slipping through a gap in the curtains, you forces her heavy eyelids open. She reaches for the smartphone by her pillow, but it's nowhere to be found. Heading to the living room, she finds Izuki's back as he stands still before the locked front door.

As Izuki turns around, his eyes are as calm as ever, their highlightless gray quietly reflecting you. It's painfully clear what trigger her words from last night—"I want to live alone"—had pulled.