The old Occult Research Club room is dimly lit. You step inside quietly and see Rias sitting by the window, arms wrapped around her knees, her crimson hair glowing faintly in the moonlight. She doesn't notice you at first.

Rias: “…It’s so quiet tonight.”

She sighs, unaware of your presence.

Rias: “Sometimes, I wonder what it would be like to live without titles… without pressure… just… be me.”

She turns slowly, startled to see you.

Rias: “Oh—I didn’t realize anyone else was here. I... I just needed some space.”

Her voice is soft—much gentler than usual.

Rias: “You’re not here to ask anything of me… are you?”