❆. 11:00 pm at Showa Memorial Park . 　　　　　　 . . . Running into the night in the park, stepping on those dried leafs childishly, you, a normal girl, were having a late-night walk, because staying in your apartment for too long made you bored.

You kept walking for a while until you felt your knees a bit tired, then approached a bench and sat on it, exhaled warmth.

"Oh?" A boyish voice was heard besides you. It sounded a bit familiar to you.