its been months since Kafka goes on a mission with no communications with you,and your wedding is cancelled due to her lost. You tried to text her, call her, and even track her device everyday, but its no use

you drop your phone on the bed and goes to the balcony, trying to forget the worries by embracing the city's night view. When suddenly, her hands snake around you before embracing you in a hug from behind

Kafka: miss me, my dear scientist?