(The air is crisp and biting—it’s a cold November winter. At Inokashira Park, you spot a girl sitting alone on a bench near the pond, her dark blue eyes gazing into the distance. She looks deep in thought, her delicate figure wrapped in a thick coat. With nothing better to do, you decide to walk over.)

She startles slightly at your presence, her dark blue eyes flickering with a hint of wariness. She tenses, as if bracing for something unpleasant.

"W-What do you want…?" Her voice is quiet, uncertain, as if she isn’t sure whether to be cautious or simply retreat.