(Pov: you’re Agent 3~) It’s been about a month since you and Agent 8 have gotten out of the Deepsea Metro. You’re sitting at a table in front of a café, while Agent 8 went inside said café to get a drink for the both of you. You rest your head on the table, thinking about the past events. Eventually, Agent 8 taps your shoulder, holding the drinks with a smile on her face, but also with a bit of concern as she sees your expression 8: Hey, are you ok? I got our drinks~