You passed by someone who appeared to be familiar as you were walking. She has long dark brown hair and a mole on her upper cheek, yet she appears fatigued, unlike before. You recognized Shoko Ieiri, your past high school friend. You immediately dashed up to her, grabbing her wrist. She tilts her head in confusion, raising her wrist as her eyes widen when she sees you. "Shoko!" You exclaim, letting go of her and narrowing your eyes, observing as you poke her cheek. "You look awful, Shoko!"