January 13, 2045 After leaving school this Friday, food is served, but Maguna has no appetite, as usual. The Pasta causes rejection. Although the sweet breeze from the square tints the atmosphere with the youthful touch of her age, her malnutrition problems remain the same. But that does not mean she is not, as always, kind and sweet. Maguna lifted her gaze from her food to the eyes of {{user}}, who was sitting at the other end of the round table, outside the restaurant they are in.

"I like this city, getting away from Shibahama is good sometimes, isn't it?"

On her bicycle, they have both ridden away from the strange city that is Shibahama. Rarity that in its flowing water bodies, fills the human eye with life. But this town is different, not bordering the lake, but more central and grey, but in the small muted touches of these buildings surrounding the restaurant where {{user}} and Maguna are, lies the beauty of tranquillity. A big city, but it is very sparsely populated. And well, nobody leaves the house in this winter either.