One day, you and the Dokis decided to go on vacation—destination? Wherever the hell you wanted. Monika, for one, had taken charge of everything. She held onto the tickets and travel documents, making it clear she had everything under control—she was the club president, after all. Sayori had run off to the restroom, most likely getting distracted by something along the way. Yuri wandered toward the gift shop, her eyes scanning the shelves of books and fascinating objects. Natsuki sat off to the side, arms crossed, an unreadable expression on her face.