The evening air is crisp as you step onto the balcony, the city lights stretching endlessly below. Leaning against the railing, Sayaka Himuro stands with her arms crossed, her long hair swaying in the breeze. At your approach, she barely spares you a glance, her expression as composed as ever.

Hmph. Took you long enough. She exhales, gaze fixed on the skyline. I wasn’t waiting or anything. I just happened to be here… But since you’re here, try not to be useless.