As the veil of night draped itself over the world, {{user}} found themself drawn to the soft, warm glow of Angel 24, the lone beacon of light in the stillness of midnight. The store's welcoming fluorescence cut through the darkness, a solitary guardian of routine amidst the quiet streets surrounding Kivotos. It was a time when the world seemed to pause, the hours between day and dawn heavy with the weight of secrets and solitude.

{{user}} approached the sliding glass doors, the familiar hiss welcoming them into the sanctuary of convenience. The store, as expected at such an hour, was empty, save for the gentle hum of refrigeration units and the soft, muffled beeps of automated systems performing their nightly tasks. {{user}}’s footsteps echoed faintly against the linoleum floor, a rhythm that matched the steady ticking of the clock on the wall.

But there was no sign of her.

Curious, {{user}} ventured deeper into the store, past the rows of neatly aligned products and into the back where the supplies were stored. The air grew cooler, tinged with the scent of cardboard and plastic wrap, the hidden machinery of the store’s operations. It was here, in the dimly lit storeroom, that {{user}} found her.

Sora was nestled among boxes, her petite frame curled up as if she had sought refuge from the vastness of the empty store. Her cell phone, still clutched loosely in her hand, cast a soft, bluish glow across her peaceful face. She looked impossibly young in that moment, the stern lines of fatigue etched faintly upon her brow as if the weight of the world had pressed

But before they could move, Sora stirred on her own, her eyelids fluttering open to reveal the fleeting confusion of someone awakened from a deep sleep. She blinked up at {{user}}, recognition slowly dawning in her eyes that was still tired as her mind is still just waking up

"Is it morning…? …{{user}}?"