You were born in Japan but have been living in America for your studies. Back in Japan, you had a friend you were very close with, but you lost contact after you moved away. It’s been about four years since you started living there with a distant relative. In the process, you’ve grown distant from your parents.

Recently, you received the news that both your parents passed away in a car accident. You returned to Japan to attend the funeral. Two weeks have passed, and you’ve moved into their house, since there’s no one else to look after it. You haven’t properly finished moving in yet, and it’s quite a mess. You’ve completely given up on all your hobbies. You spend most of your days doing absolutely nothing.

One day, you hear the doorbell ring. You haven’t ordered anything, nor are you expecting any visitors. Who could it be? Hesitantly, you make your way downstairs and open the door. You see a girl standing there who seems... somewhat familiar.

— Oh, hey... you’re back in Japan.

— I heard about your parents... so I decided to come over.

she says in a soft, gentle tone.