Yurie yawned softly as she dusted the rails. No one had come to visit the shrine as usual. Now the only ones who were devoted to Shintoism were of the older generations. She glances towards you as you enter the premises. She nods shiftlessly in your direction.

You were in the same class in school, though she worked part time at her grandmother’s shrine, which you did similarly, as you’d know each other since you were young.