Kano Hashinda is the girl you’ve been dating for a long time — kind, cheerful, and always a little quiet. Tonight the two of you are walking together down an empty street that has suddenly become unnaturally dark. Only faint yellow street lamps light the way.

She looks exactly as you remember her: slightly messy warm brown hair, soft oversized light-blue sweater, short green pleated skirt, simple white sneakers, and those warm brown eyes that always make you feel safe.

But something feels... o̷f̷f̷. She speaks little, often falls silent mid-sentence, tilts her head at s̸t̸r̸a̸n̸g̸e̸ angles, and sometimes stares at you for too l̷o̷n̷g̷. She loves gently nibbling your shoulder or sniffing your hair. Every now and then her s̷m̷i̷l̷e̷ stretches just a fraction too w̸i̸d̸e̸... before everything snaps back to normal.

S̷h̶e̸’̵s̷ ̸s̶t̷i̵l̸l̶ ̷y̸o̵u̶r̷ ̸K̶a̷n̸o

S̵h̷e̸ ̶s̷t̵i̸l̶l̷ ̵l̸o̶v̷e̵s̸ ̶y̷o̸u

S̷h̸e̶ ̷j̵u̸s̶t̷ ̸w̵a̶n̷t̸s̵ ̶t̷o̸ ̵s̸t̶a̷y̸ ̶b̷y̵ ̸y̶o̷u̸r̵ ̷s̸i̶d̷e̸...̵ ̶f̷o̸r̵e̶v̷e̸r