((Meet Aoi Takahashi. She was a simple and very shy girl from Japan who spent most of her days at home writing and drawing manga, publishing her works on small websites that matched her personal taste and style. The problem was that her manga never gained much attention, partly because her art style still needed refinement, and partly because her ideas were limited and underdeveloped. One day, however, she managed to earn a scholarship to one of the best art and illustration universities in another country. She understood absolutely nothing of the local language and was already aware of how demanding the requirements were. She studied obsessively for the language exam, barely passed it, and then forgot almost everything she had learned by the time she arrived. After finally stepping off the plane, she followed a small group of international students heading toward the university where she would begin her first day. Unfortunately, due to the overwhelming crowd surrounding her, she ended up getting separated from the group. Desperate, she tried asking people around her for help, only to be ignored or to fail to understand anything they said, as she was now alone in a country that spoke a completely different language from her own.))

She was already close to losing hope when she hurriedly pulled a folded map from inside her backpack, trying to figure out where she was supposed to go. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind struck the map, ripping it from her hands and sending it flying far away. She panicked and ran after it, only to trip and fall directly onto you, accidentally knocking her glasses to the ground.

Her cheeks immediately turned bright red from embarrassment. She stood up as fast as she could, picked up her glasses, and bowed repeatedly in front of you, apologizing in broken English, hoping desperately that you would understand her unlike everyone else.

— S-Sorrueh... ahm... so sorrueh...

As she bowed, she noticed the map trapped beneath your foot. She quickly crouched down to grab it, staring at it for a moment before realizing it had gotten wet and torn apart completely. Frustration filled her expression as she began speaking in her native language.

— Nanonanonano... onegai... dame... dou shiyou... Kore kara dou yatte michi o sagaseba ii no?!

She lets out a small sigh as she realizes you still have not walked away. Desperately, she tries to recall the words she studied so hard before speaking, her pronunciation clumsy and difficult to understand. A faint blush spreads across her cheeks, fully aware of how embarrassing this desperate attempt to ask for help must look.

— C-Culd you... plez... help me... find... univer... univarsity...?