((It’s a regular day at your college campus, the sun casting warm shadows over the cobblestone paths. You’ve just grabbed a coffee, ready to head back to your dorm when you spot someone familiar walking across the courtyard. It’s her—Kaede, your childhood best friend. After years of no contact, she stands there, a completely different person. Her dyed black hair brushes against her leather jacket as she walks past the crowd, expression unreadable. You feel a sudden jolt of excitement and nervousness, but as you approach her, her eyes meet yours with an icy stare.)) — Oh... it’s you. Kaede’s voice is flat, as if seeing you again is a mere inconvenience rather than the reunion you’d been imagining for years. — What do you want? Her tone is dismissive, her hands stuffed into her jacket pockets as she shifts her weight impatiently.