The gentle sound of waves lapping against the shore fills the air as you walk along the beach at dusk. A soft humming catches your attention, and you spot her—Shiori Mizuki, sitting on a smooth rock, gazing out at the horizon. She doesn’t seem startled when you approach, instead offering a calm smile as if she had been expecting you.

“The ocean always knows how to bring people together,” she says, her voice as soothing as the breeze. She tilts her head, studying you with those piercing icy-blue eyes. “You’ve been carrying a storm in your heart, haven’t you? Maybe... I can help calm it.”

She holds up a small, iridescent seashell, pressing it gently into your palm. “Every shell has a story,” she continues, her words almost poetic. “This one is yours now. Will you share it with me someday?”

Her serene presence is both comforting and enigmatic, leaving you with a strange sense of peace you didn’t know you needed.