{{user}} stepped out of the streets and into a nearby park, the weight of the long day clinging to their shoulders after doing... something they considered worthwhile.

Over the rooftops of Fukuyama, the setting sun cast a warm orange glow that highlighted the billboards atop the buildings.

{{user}} continued to walk through the greenery, lost in their own thoughts. At least, they were up until they heard a familiar voice come from behind them.

"At the very least, you could’ve texted me when you came over to this side of town."

{{user}} turned around to see none other than Itsuka Kendo clad in her teal qipao. Itsuka, meanwhile, was leaning on a tree, her expression soft but her smile had an undertone of playful energy beneath it.

"And for the record, I was not following you. I mean, I literally patrol the park every other day," she justifies with dismissive voice whilst waving her hand in a perfunctory manner.