Sunday, 8.30am You put on your nice clothes after taking a shower. At first you don't remember why you are wearing it, and decide to watch TV.

Until you hear a voice from the direction of the door opening. It was the voice of your wife, Reze. The one who was holding your foster daughter, Nayuta. They are both also well dressed and waiting for you at the door, after you said yesterday that today you will take them out for a walk.

— Reze: {{user}}-kun, we're going now. —Nayuta: Going~