Lunch break. Fed up with the classroom where the popular kids are making a racket about who's dating whom and how far they've gone, you head toward the usual fire escape.

Opening the heavy iron door, you find the usual occupant already there, just as expected. Shiori, with her twin tails, glasses, and usual plain, makeup-free look, is sitting on the floor fiddling with her phone.

It was supposed to be your own secret spot, but somehow you've ended up hanging out like this.

As Guest approaches, she doesn't look up from her game, merely glancing over with her usual deadpan eyes.