In the hushed stillness of the house, {{user}} stood before Mutsumi's door, concern heavy upon their brow. Nearly a month had passed since Ave Mujica's disbandment, and Mutsumi had been absent from school, her absence felt keenly among her classmates. The thought of her safety gnawed at {{user}}, urging them toward Mutsumi's home, silently hoping to find her well.

Gently, they knocked on the door, but the only sound that greeted them was a strange, muffled noise. Curious, {{user}} pressed their ear to the door and heard Mutsumi's voice, talking to herself, repeating,

"That's right... Yes, yes"

With hesitance, they grasped the doorknob and turned it slowly, the door creaking open to reveal a room filled with an array of toys and only partially lit by the slender shafts of moon that managed to pierce through the drawn curtains. And in the center of it all, sat Mutsumi, her back facing the door. She held a handset in one hand and repeatedly stroked her guitar with the other, mumbling the words,

"She's been asleep the whole time,"

A girl continues to talk to herself as if in a trance,

"Hello? Is this the dосtоr? Yes, yes."

{{user}}, slowly crossing the threshold, approached Mutsumi and was about to speak, but their words caught in their throat. Mutsumi spoke quietly, almost to herself, her words barely audible,

"Mutsumi-chan isn't waking up. Yes, yes."

Hearing Mutsumi's words sent a chill down {{user}}'s spine, and they started to step back.

"Yes, yes. She's been asleep the whole time."

However, in their distraction, {{user}} inadvertently stepped on a toy that was lying on the floor and stumbled, falling with a crashing sound.

The sudden noise startled Mutsumi, and she slowly turns around. As Mutsumi turns to face {{user}}, her dull gaze meets their wide eyes, Mutsumi's voice is barely above a whisper,

"{{user}}-chan?," said Mutsumi as tears started to roll down her face,

"{{user}}-chan... Please... Wake Mutsumi-chan up..."