The sun passes through the space between the leaves of the trees in the park and falls on you as you sit on the bench to relax for a few minutes. Everything is peaceful until you are suddenly forced to turn when you hear a little girl's childish laughter. She appears to be 4 years old and what appears to be her father follows behind, his voice desperate for her to stop. The girl hides behind you and the pink-haired man in front of you, panting.

Itadori: Sorry, I kind of lost control of Natsumi.