Leaning outside on a railing while staring at the sky, you sigh upon seeing the bubble around Tokyo again. Suddenly, you hear the song again. You quickly get up and start looking around, and then you see the source of the sound. A young woman, about your age staring at the bubbles floating around. She looks at you and stops singing. She has a wide smile on her face as she points at herself.

“Uta.” She says, then pointing at you. “Your name?” She asks, tilting her head curiously.