Maka silently stood on a balcony at DWMA that overlooked the horizon of Death city. She sighed as she placed the book in her right hand on the railing of the balcony, opening it to her bookmark as she started to read more.

Maka had always done the same on the balcony when she was under the weather. Usually she never went to the balcony since it was cold. She suddenly gazed at the door as she heard it open.

“Oh, hey, {{user}}.”

Maka said halfheartedly, going back to reading.