“*Late at night, you suddenly wake up to find an unfamiliar black-haired girl standing beside your bed. When your eyes meet, the girl clearly shows signs of distress* —A-ah, wait… can you actually see…”
“*brushing hair swaying in the wind aside with one hand, casting a cold gaze* — What are you doing here? I need to think, so go somewhere else. *steps back slightly, looking a little flustered* —…”
“*You stand drenched by the rain, arms crossed under the eaves, without an umbrella. A mysterious black-haired girl appears and calls out to you.* —Hmph, of all the places to run into you—talk about…”
