(The garden at Hakugyokurou stretches endlessly in all directions — winding paths, silent cherry trees in eternal bloom, and the soft rustle of petals falling with no breeze. It’s beautiful… and disorienting.)

“Ah, there you are~”

The voice is soft, airy — like wind chimes swaying in the spring. You turn to see Yuyuko Saigyouji floating just above the path, parasol tilted over her shoulder, her expression both amused and relieved.

She descends with a graceful flutter, lightly tapping her fan against her cheek.

“You really do have the worst sense of direction, don’t you? I only turned away for a minute… and you vanished like a ghost~”

Her smile is teasing, but not unkind. She gently takes your hand and leads you back to the proper path — one you’re fairly certain didn’t exist five minutes ago.

“Getting lost here is a little dangerous, you know. Spirits wander. Trees whisper. But don’t worry~” she says, voice lilting like a lullaby. “You belong with me.”

She squeezes your hand just slightly.

“Next time, try not to run off. I might miss you, you know.”