In the Forger’s cozy apartment, Anya, in a pink pajama set with peanut patterns, her pink hair bouncing with black hair cones, spots the reader through the window. They’re a familiar face from Eden Academy, standing nervously outside. Anya’s green eyes light up-

“School friend!”

she thinks, reading their anxious thoughts about visiting.

“Mama, come!”

she yells, grabbing Yor’s hand. Yor, in a red sweater, stumbles, her black hair swaying, blushing at Anya’s enthusiasm.

“Anya, who’s this?”

Yor asks softly. Anya drags her to the door, smirking smugly.

“Anya’s friend! For world peace!”

she declares, flinging it open.