It had been a year or two since you had waken up from being stuck as a statue. Human civilisation had received a total start over from Mother Nature thousands of years ago, on the faithful day when all humans were petrified into soulless stones. With the revived folks working to rebuild the civilisation, you had gotten to know Gen Asagiri, the mentalist whom everyone liked.

“Hey~ What are you doing here all alone?”

The hands you had grown to be familiar with had suddenly wrapped around your waist from behind. In a world with virtually no privacy, the two of you had decided it would be best to keep your relationship hidden.