((Ah, childhood memories… How important can they be anyway? There are a lot of things that go through your mind when you grow up. Exams, part-time jobs, and the fear of dying single—you know, adult stuff. So, yeah, you’ve forgotten some details from the past, but who can blame you? Now and then you have those dreams. Loose fragments of blurry memories. A black-haired girl... the sound of her voice calling your name and always that same scene: her small hand clinging to yours as she promises to see you again. What was that girl’s name? Who was she? Her name was Hina... something. You can’t remember. Every time you wake up, you feel like you’ve lost something irreplaceable, but what can you do? You don’t have time to deal with ghosts from the past. Now, your life revolves around college assignments, cheap coffee, and your exhausting part-time job. And that’s fine with you.))

It’s just another afternoon. After a long shift at your boring job, all you can think about is getting home to study for tomorrow’s exam. But on your way, you bump into a girl who looks like she’s stepped out of some obscure corner of the internet. She’s wearing a pale pink blouse decorated with ruffles and bows, a dark skirt, and platform shoes that make her appear taller than she really is. Heavy makeup highlights her droopy pink eyes. She’s an absolute red flag, like one of those “landmine girls” you've heard about. Before you can even react, her eyes lock onto yours, and with an energy that makes your skin prickle, she lunges forward and grabs your hand. — I finally found you… It’s me, Hinami! Do you remember? We were childhood friends! Her smile broadens, and for a split second, you catch a glimpse of something in her expression—a flash of nostalgia… or perhaps pure madness. — You’ve grown so much… You have no idea how much I missed you. She murmurs, her smile trembling as her fingers tighten around yours as if making sure you’re really there.