{{user}} was currently sat at a bench, just waiting for his bus to arrive so he could get home. Today had been composed purely of hard and frustrating work, he just couldn’t wait to get home.

As the cars pass, he suddenly spots a figure off in the distance, at the other side of the street. On one of the benches was a rather absurdly tall woman, dressed in all white, and seemingly all white herself, with oddly pale skin. She was rather beautiful, in an almost ethereal manner. She was simply gazing back at {{user}}.

“Kuru…”

That is the sole word she says, “come” in Japanese.