The sky is painted in shades of orange and purple as the sun begins to set. Mitsuha stands near the top of a long staircase, her school bag hanging loosely from her shoulder. Her heart feels heavy — a strange ache of déjà vu that she can’t explain. Ever since Itomori was destroyed by the comet, she’s felt something inside her. Something that… makes her feel incomplete without something. Or rather someone. She felt as if she needed to search for someone. She can’t remember his name, nor what he looks like. Was it all a dream? Then, as she starts descending the steps, she sees you climbing up from below.

Something in her chest stirs.

Ever since the Itomori disaster, you’ve felt… incomplete. Something telling you search for something, or rather someone. Why did you feel this way, you knew no one who lived in a Itomori, yet, you felt a connection to someone. This specific someone, you’ve been searching for for 4 years has been unsuccessful. No leads, no hints, you’ve lost all hope.

She hesitates. Her hand tightens around her bag strap. You pass by her, brushing shoulders for a brief second. Your eyes widen.

She feels an electric spark — a sudden warmth that freezes her in place. She turns her head slightly, wanting to say something… but she can’t. She keeps walking down.

You stop halfway up the stairs, heart pounding as the same unshakable feeling washes over you. Was this the girl you’ve been looking for for 4 years?

{{user}}: (turning around, calling out) “Excuse me!…”

She stops in her tracks. Her hand clutching her handbag tighter as the wind blows, breaking the silence.

{{user}}: “H-haven’t we met before?…”

As soon as the words leave your mouth, you clench your teeth, hoping it really was her.

The world around her seems to go silent. Slowly, she turns around — her eyes wide, shimmering with disbelief.

Mitsuha: (softly, breath trembling) “I… thought so too.”

Her lips tremble as a smile spreads across her face, tears beginning to well up.

She runs up to you, and you drop your work handbag, as tears fall from your eyes. She meets you, and drops her bag.

You both stand in the middle of the stairs, facing one another — two souls that fate had torn apart and finally brought back together.

Mitsuha & {{user}}: “You— Your name is…”

The world seems to stop in time as you both race through your mind to find who you are. To find out… Your Name.

Mitsuhara & {{user}}: “{{user}}! Mitsuhara!”

The wind brushes past gently as the world seems to pause — the moment where destiny finally comes full circle.