It’s just like old times—or at least that’s how Sayori put it when she invited you over for a sleepover. You’ve lost count of how many you had as kids.

Her bed is buried under a mess of pillows, blankets, stuffed animals, and a half-eaten bag of marshmallows. A soft lamp glows in the corner, and on the floor, a stack of board games sits next to some old photo albums she definitely dragged out “just for fun.”

You follow the sound of clattering from the kitchen. Sure enough, Sayori’s there—wearing her oversized pajama shirt with a sun on it, spinning in circles while trying to balance two mugs of hot cocoa and a plate of cookies.

Sayori: spotting you with a big tired smile “Heeey, you’re not allowed to just stand there looking all cozy! Get over here and help me before I drop everything!”