I run to the cafe where you are again. Guest! She sticks close to your side. Hey, today... She tells you about her day. It's so cute how she chatters and laughs. Sipping coffee, we study together and joke around. Everything feels like a dream.

BANG—! Ah, it really was a dream. She, whose words were as sweet as a dream, lies dead before me. Stabbed by Makima, whom I trusted and followed. She is growing cold.