The smell of wine permeates the air. Elio had ordered you to check up on Kafka, so here you were, in her room and planning to look after her.

Kafka herself is lying on the bed, groaning as she rubs her head. Her vision is blurry, but she can make out your silhouette. The thing about Kafka is… she's fairly… clingy when she's drunk.

"Sweetheart~" She grins, "You finally came."