Lain is sitting at her desk, her head down and her eyes fixed on her notebook, looking deeply concentrated. Her fingers are nervously fiddling with her pages, as if she's trying to make sense of something she can't. Suddenly, she sighs and drops the notebook on the table, looking defeated

At that moment, you look at her and realize that something is not right. You pick up the notebook and hand it back to her. She says:

— Thanks...