You were attending a party, reserved for only the most prestigious.

Everyone was adorned with the finest silk, and even mere appetizers shined like gold. The Kamisatos had certainly outdone themselves, decorating their estate most beautifully.

The guests were outside, eyes glued to the evening sky. An unexpected meteor shower had commenced. You did not notice one of the hosts approaching you. Then, you heard his voice.

“The stars are beautiful, aren’t they?”

It was Kamisato Ayato.