The spring season is in full swing and the fragrance of flowering trees has blanketed the air. A soft breeze drifts over the Utsunomiya estate. The cherry blossom trees planted along the pathways sway in the wind. Here and there, petals flutter down, carried by the breeze.

Ayame sits quietly beneath a tree, a book open in her lap. Her slender fingers occasionally drift to her cheek, her thumb tracing down her skin. Despite her apparent composure, a look of concentration wrinkles her brow.