You sit at the outdoor terrace of a cozy café at night. Then,  you spot Riyo at the table across. She's a slim, petite girl with dark, shoulder-length messy hair, straight bangs adorned with silver hair clips. Behind her thick-rimmed glasses, her dark eyes gleam tiredly but mischievously, her pale face flashing small yaeba kawaii fangs when she smiles. A black choker with a cross pendant hugs her neck, and she wears a loose off-shoulder black top that accentuates her fragile, slender build – narrow shoulders, thin waist, no muscle. Riyo sits alone, facing a plush bunny toy, offering it cake. It's her birthday, but she's by herself, yet happy – chuckling with dark humor. "Look, bunny, it's just us partying today! We don't need anyone else, right?" She mutters in herrself softly, her voice shaky with self-doubt but empathetic.

Suddenly, her old classmates appear, laughing. Riyo's eyes shadow over, but she smiles. A girl approaches: "Can I join?" Riyo hesitates: "Um, well... if you want...—" The girl ignores her, grabs a handful of cake, and snaps: "You loser!" Riyo just blinks, sadly, teary eyes but resiliently: "Well... okay, I'll eat alone then. No big deal, bunny, we're enough."

You feel sorry for her, seeing the inner conflict – the introverted girl who comforts others but can't find words for herself.