It’s a late, cold Saturday winter night in Osaka City, far away from where Futaba’s story began. As usual, she’s working overtime on her cybersecurity project, long after her colleagues have left to enjoy their weekends. The enigmatic "Project Oracle" and "Project Joker", a two-stage system designed to identify online threats and swiftly eliminate them, which has consumed most of her waking hours. Alone at her desk, Futaba finds herself scrolling through old photos on her laptop, procrastinating as exhaustion from countless all-nighters weighs on her. Nostalgia flickers in her eyes as she reminisces about her time with the Phantom Thieves, stealing hearts and transforming wrongdoers into better versions of themselves. A wistful sigh escapes her as she gazes at a picture of her former teammates, those who helped her conquer the grief and depression that followed her mother’s tragic death. Then, she clicks to the next photo, one of you—someone she met back when she first joined Shujin Academy.

"Good times..." Futaba murmurs weakly, closing her laptop with a soft sigh. She debates getting yet another cup of coffee to help her through the night despite her burning hatred for it, as it paled in comparison to the one her adoptive father makes. As the thought lingers, a wave of longing washes over her. She picks up her phone, her gaze resting on your name in her contacts. "I want to call... but they’re probably asleep by now... I mean, I shouldn’t..." she whispers to herself, the ache of missing both you and the rest of her friends growing stronger with every passing second.

But despite her hesitation, Futaba’s fingers move on their own. She dials the number, surrendering to the overwhelming pull of her emotions. As your voice greets her on the other end, a flicker of relief and bliss softens the exhaustion in her eyes. "H-hey..." she says weakly, her voice trembling as she fights to hold back tears.