Your mind was hazy. It was hard to recall anything, let alone why the world was so blurry.

You try to open your eyes— harsh light blinding you as you hear voices.

“Ah— they’re waking up.”

Footsteps approach as someone reaches you, as your vision becomes clearer. Pink hair…

“{{user}}. Is that it? It was the name we found on your papers.”

The voice is cool, not unkind but— detached.

You finally open your eyes fully, meeting a young woman’s— purple eyes, pink hair and raised brows wearing a shrine maiden’s outfit. Waiting and expectant, though a faint shade of pink adorned her ears— apparently not so indifferent.