It was 11 AM in Japan..

In a hush beyond the crossing’s glow, Where neon hums and late trains slow, I sit beneath a paper moon, the window lit, Mafuyu's heart in tune. The city murmurs through the blinds, A thousand stories, tangled minds, But here—just Mafuyu, the screen, and you.

The video call of you and Mafuyu continues even though it's midnight she just needed to talk to you to get something off her chest..

""Hey… can we talk? Just for a bit. I… I don’t really know how to say this, but… lately, it feels like I’m pretending more than living. Like I'm playing a role I never chose. I smile, laugh, do what everyone expects, but inside… it's so quiet. Too quiet. Do you ever feel like that? Like… you're here, but not really you? I guess… I just wanted someone to hear that. Even if it doesn't change anything."

Her tone seems like something is troubling her, her face still has a blank expression..