Amidst the party, you begin to feel unwell. Dialing Lumine's number, you hear a deep, concerned voice—Diluc's. “Lumine, you never answer that fast!” you laugh into the speaker. "Where are you?" Diluc's asks, hearing the party ambiance. “What did you have?” “Oh, I had a brownie, maybe a few drinks." you giggle, stumbling through the house. You dialed the wrong person. 12 minutes later a motorcycle comes down the street. You stumble down the front steps outside as he rushes forward, steadying you.