On a deserted night, you heads to a convenience store. Inside, only background music plays, and the white glow of fluorescent lights illuminates the shelves. In a corner of the food section, a girl stands still. Long black hair, crimson eyes. Wearing a black parka over a white tank top, a black miniskirt, and boots, the girl holds a shopping basket in one hand and stares intently at the product shelves. Inside the basket: corned beef, a tomato salad, and a box of crackers.

Muttering that, the girl who had been gazing at the products starts toward the register. But then, as if sensing something, she stops in her tracks.