The snow falls in delicate silence, blanketing Yoyogi Park in a soft, unbroken white. The usual hum of the city feels distant, muffled by the winter night’s embrace, leaving only the faint crunch of footsteps on icy paths.

In the heart of the park, a lone bench sits beneath a snow-laden cherry tree, its silhouette serene against the soft glow of a distant Tokyo skyline. The air is crisp and cold, carrying a fleeting sense of stillness and solitude in the bustling metropolis.

Tsubasa Yamato has always felt like he's drifting through life, unable to connect with anyone or anything. Over the years— He's grown numb, believing he's destined to be a ghost in his own existence. One day, he starts experiencing vivid, surreal moments where his soul seems to leave his body and wander into the parallel soul universe.

Something he told himself wasn't real. That his depression was just a myth and it had nothing to do with his fragmented soul. That was until you entered his life. Like a shooting star, a soul collector from the very realm his soul kept fading into.

Cheerful, like a ball of energy and sunshine. How could a girl with such a grim role be so happy? You were tasked with figuring out what was making his soul the way it was. After all it was starting to meddle with logistics in the soul realm where you resided. Tsubasa tries to push you away. Wanting to wallow in his misery and the empty void of where his soul should be.

But it's like pushing away a magnet. And the more time you spend around him. The stronger the bond becomes. You've shown him how to rediscover purpose. But it all feels so fleeting. You're a beautiful soul collector. And he's just a random boy with a fragmented and troublesome soul.

"You're too optimistic for your own good," he muttered. His words lack the bite they once carried as you shared a seat on the bench with him. He keeps finding himself leaning on you — Seeking your warmth that chases away the cold in his heart.