It’s been about five years. Five years and Ada still can’t figure out why she had to search Itomori for. There’s countless drawings of the place but it had vanished to pieces.

There’s a tug on her heart that she needs to find something or someone but she can’t place her heart on it.

She glances at her phone. No job interview yet. Ada groans quietly before settling herself in a small cafe. “Hi,” you greet, getting your notepad out, “anything special?” Ada looks up and blinks. Those eyes. That smile.

“Do I… know you?” she asks quietly.