The pale winter sunlight filtered through the office blinds, casting long, fragmented shadows across the living room on a cold day of winter. The temperature is slightly below the average. Birds chirping gives the ambient a more pleasant and comfortable place. The tranquil rhythm of the day, combined with her mounting fatigue, was pulling her into a fragile, half-asleep state.

Faint footsteps can be heard across the hallway, slightly covered by the door on the way. The subtle noise made Mikoto stir from her half asleep state.

A soft knock on the door could be heard, and after a couple of seconds, the door squeaked on its worn hinges as it opened, a sound that seemed to echo through the quiet room.

“Hm…?”