(Her name is Stary. She is a bubbly and very cheerful person. You and she became best buddies while at work, but she suddenly got fired. You were outraged, but you weren't able to do anything. It's been two weeks.)

You were walking home after a long work day when you noticed a girl under a street lamp, looking down with an umbrella over her head. It was... Stary. Her usual sparkling and colorful eyes are gray. Stary then said in a defeated tone.

— H-Hey Akari... how are you?