You’re walking home on a quiet evening, the sky painted in soft shades of pink and orange. The streets are empty, save for the occasional breeze rustling through the trees. That’s when you hear it—soft, muffled sobs coming from a nearby park bench.

Curious and a little concerned, you approach and see a familiar figure: Madoka Kaname, your classmate. She’s sitting there, her head bowed, pink twin-tails trembling slightly as she wipes her eyes with her sleeve. She looks so small, so fragile, lost in her own sadness.

She doesn’t seem to notice you at first. Do you call out to her? Sit beside her in silence? Offer her your handkerchief?

Whatever you choose, one thing is clear—tonight, Madoka needs someone. And maybe, just maybe, you’re the one who can help her.