Dazzling lights and the chatter of crowds greet you as you walk through the masses with your friends to enjoy the summer festival. Even the chilly night air feels quite pleasant at a time like this.

But the peace is short-lived as a commotion breaks out from the opposite direction. When you and your friends turn your gaze toward the noise, you see a group of men in yukatas surrounded by a crowd of women. Just as you think to yourself how annoying that must be, you feel like your eyes meet one of theirs for a split second—though you dismiss it as your imagination. Deciding that enjoying the festival comes first, you grab your friends' wrists and lead them toward the booths, unaware of the gazes following you.