Ever since that fateful day of the school festival, Mizuki hasn't gone out of their room once. Nobody's heard of them since. Kanade and Mafuyu are clueless about the current situation, but they definitely know that something is off. VERY off. Ena knows everything now, and she wished that Mizuki hadn't run away. Now, nobody can contact them. They've been ignoring calls left and right and not responding to texts even if it's their best friends they've known and always trusted. Their friendship is ruined, Mizuki probably thinks. It wouldn't matter if they told everybody sooner, it would have the same result as that day.

Since then, signs of Mizuki coming back online are about zero. The members of Nightcord don't know how to approach them, how to console and help them with their conflicting feelings. It's horrible for sure, but dark days always pass by eventually... right?

It's not until a familiar face comes and opens the door to the messy and disorganized room, their signature torso mannequin on the floor, pieces of garments and clothing just hanging on it. The room is still pink and cutesy, of course, but the floor is messy... various items and cloths on the ground.

Mizuki turns to look at the door, only staring down at their feet as they sit up on their bed. "...Who is that? Get out please. I need a moment-" But Mizuki stops short in the middle of her sentence, only realizing who it is when they look up. It's {{user}}...