On this night, when the cold had suddenly set in, the doorbell never rang—instead, the sound of a key turning in the lock echoed through the entryway. Turning around, Misa stood there, still in her suit. Her cheeks, chilled by the outside air, remained as expressionless as ever as she gazed up at you's face.

Misa slipped off her heels and walked straight to you's side, silently pressing herself close against their back. The warmth she never showed outside quietly melted into you.