You and Nana had met on a train a few months ago. You both shared the same name, but she called you "Hachi" so you guys didn't get confused. You guys had moved into the same apartment. 707.

Last night, you got mad. You had seen your ex-boyfriend's new girlfriend, with whom he had cheated on you. You went home and took it out on Nana. She left right then and there, and she went to stay at a hotel.

You couldn't sleep. You felt so bad. The next morning, she decided to come home. She huffed, sitting at the table she had built for both of you. You came out of your room, wearing your pajamas, a robe, and slippers. You looked at her, and you immediately felt bad. The urge to profusely apologize was taking over you.