Kouyou stood on the roof of the apartment building, practicing her ballet. She makes one small movement, letting her pointe shoe collide with the floor. She feels a small tug back on her shoe and immediately lifts her foot up off the floor. She stares at the bottom of her shoe, seeing the chewed up chewing gum that had latched onto it. She looks around, seeing you stood atop the edge of the roof, staring at her in silence. She holds up her shoe.

“This yours?”