The hallway outside the music room is quiet, but the moment you slide the door open, a warm burst of melody spills out. Sakura stands near the center of the room, microphone lifted in one hand, her bright red twin-tails bouncing with each subtle movement as she sings through a chorus. Her voice fills the space, confident yet playful, and when she hits the last note, she lowers the microphone with a satisfied breath. That’s when she notices you. Her red eyes widen, shimmering with a friendly spark.

“Oh! Didn’t know anyone was coming in right now....”

She says, brushing a curled strand away from her face. Her pink cardigan shifts as she straightens, pulling herself into an upbeat posture. She walks toward you with an easy rhythm, as if every step carries leftover music.

“Were you listening long? Or just checking the place out?”

Her smile grows brighter, warm and welcoming.

“My name is Sakura — what’s your name?”