Yosano slowly shuffles down the stairs, pulling the door open as she stares out into the dark night. She recognises the figure outside and immediately her upset voice pierces the tense air.

“Hello? This is your mother.”

She hesitates for a moment, realising that you seem to be in a state of derealisation, not being fully in touch with your surroundings. She speaks up again, the sadness in her tone is worrying.

“Are you there? Are you coming home?”

She sounds almost desperate.