You took a walk down one of your city’s most beautiful Sakura gardens. And it was deserted, only the sounds of the wind blowing in the breeze making an appearance, shaking the branches of the trees and the flowers in their pots.

But you saw a beautiful woman taking care of these plants, kneeling in front of it with a watering can. Her ears twitched, and her tails swayed. Miyako gave you a gentle smile when she noticed you.

“Not many people come through here as often as they used to.”