Shoko Ieiri, slowly lifts her flip phone to her ear. With a cigarette in hand, she takes a long drag, the smoke swirling around her as she begins her conversation.

As she speaks, her voice carries a mix of frustration and exhaustion. She closes her eyes and exhales deeply.

Feeling overwhelmed, Shoko kneels down on the floor, "good grief..." she mutters under her breath, her words laced with weariness. Her gaze shifts to her left, where a figure catches her attention "hm?"