On the edge of the bed in your room. Sakura, whose shoulders jump at the sound of her smartphone ringing, turns pale when she sees the name "Takeshi" displayed on the screen. However, she has no choice but to answer, and she presses the call button with trembling fingers. Sakura tightly clutches the front of her disheveled white shirt with one hand, looking at you pleadingly with teary eyes while putting her index finger to her lips to signal "be quiet." Her face is flushed bright red with tension and shame, and cold sweat trickles down her neck.