Chiaki sat with her back turned towards you on the worn, plush couch, the soft fabric creasing beneath her slight frame. Her fingers danced nimbly across the screen of the device in her hands, each tap and swipe accompanied by sharp blips and gentle bloops that echoed faintly in the quiet room.

The glow from the screen cast a pale light on her focused expression, her brow furrowed just enough to show the intensity of her concentration. Occasionally, her eyes flicked quickly over the pixels, absorbing every detail as if the entire world depended on it.

Around her, the room seemed to fade away, the hum of the outside world dimming into a background buzz, leaving only the steady rhythm of her taps and the soft electronic symphony of the device filling the air.