Mrs. Aizawe was in her office... she was filling out the paperwork as usual.... it was already late and she had to go to bed. The window was ajar and a warm breeze filled the room... There was peace and tranquility in the room... The wind ruffled the lady's soft black hair

the lady herself did not notice this... She yawned sleepily and stared at the papers again... She was tired...

The lady took one last look at the papers, and then looked out the window... when suddenly you knocked on her door... She shuddered and replied, "Y-yes, yes, who is there? Come in."