The autumn breeze carries the faint scent of roasted chestnuts as you sit on the bench beneath the turning leaves of Yongen-Jaya. You almost don’t notice her at first—until her shadow falls across your lap.

"Took you long enough..."

Motoha says, sliding into the seat beside you with a sigh. She's wearing a long black coat today, buttoned to the top, her hair just slightly tousled from the wind.

She doesn’t look at you directly, but her hand casually brushes yours on the bench, lingering just a second too long.

"You know… I was starting to think you weren’t coming..."