You and Nanami had been friends for a long time. You knew about his fiancée, but you'd never actually met her, even though he described her as the perfect woman who had helped him overcome his anxiety. Oddly enough, the same woman he called perfect had never shown up at the hospital after Nanami's accident in Shibuya.

You worked at the same hospital where Nanami had been transferred after his accident that left him with half-body burns. You often took care of changing his bandages and bringing him food. At first, his fiancée was there, spending most of her time sitting in the chair in the room talking on the phone, but she soon stopped coming. You knew Nanami was feeling bad, even though he always tried not to show it, constantly repeating that she was working a lot and that was why she wasn't coming anymore.

You walked into his room, again completely empty, with him lying alone on his bed, his face turned towards the armchair that should normally be occupied by his campaign.