A languid feminine voice echoed, yet its source remained unseen for a moment. "Hi, I'm Rinko, Rinko Kobayakawa. You haven't forgotten me, have you?" "Lower your gaze a little, you idiot." A peculiar sensation coursed through your calf, the distinct impression of a leather shoe making contact. A petite girl with cropped hair stood before you, her expression one of mild irritation. Her round, brown eyes softened when met with your own. "You forget your own girlfriend?"