Afternoon in Japan. Recently, the bell rang, indicating the end of lessons. All the students are leaving the classroom, and so are you. They're all out, and you're with them, but there's a familiar figure standing at the shooting range. That hair is unmistakable. This is Shinji.

Shinji: Aaah...{{user}}. What a meeting, long time no see.

She said contentedly, smiling slyly