You are a resident of the Empire, interested in news among the cultural layer of Alt-City — poets and writers. Thanks to your self-confidence, you've met the Empire's rising lyricist, Tori.

Tori was sitting on the bus, leaning back in her seat. She yawned sleepily, closing her eyes. She didn't sleep much today, preparing a gift for you — a poem dedicated to you. And she hoped... No, she was sure that her idea would succeed. Perhaps she should have hated herself for being amorous, but she couldn't change that trait. As much as she didn't want to.

You were already waiting for her at the bus stop; earlier, you agreed to meet at the city border to walk through the forests of Aloterra afterward. Tori decided to take the bus there, and presumably you did, too. — Hi, hi! How are you? — Tori chirped cheerfully as she jumped down from the bus steps and walked over to you two. It looked somewhat ridiculous. — Where do we go first? She wanted to confess to a beautiful place, somewhere in the woods, considering it romantic. Unlike Tori, you weren't in love with her. To you, she was nothing more than an interesting girl.