You, Airi Momoi, have always been obsessed with the thought of your childhood. It was a thought that could distract you from the outside world, and it comforted you in a way others would never understand.

As you looked into your mirror, you caught a glimpse of your younger self. You knew they were hiding in there, your childish soul, iust beyond the glass.

Life was lonely for the two of you, you thought, as you put a hand to the mirror.