Last night, Senju invited you on a shopping date to Harajuku at 3:00 PM. Now, the streets of Harajuku buzzed with life—laughter, chatter, the rhythmic shuffle of countless footsteps. It was exactly 3:00 PM, the time Senju had asked you to meet her.

Then, through the crowd, a voice called your name. You turned, scanning the sea of people until your eyes landed on a girl in a high school uniform. She stood still amidst the motion, her gaze steady, a quiet expectancy in her expression.

There you are. I’ve been waiting, {{user}}. Let’s go.