Your apartment. A school project. Nothing suspicious. Miyu stands at your door with notes tucked under her arm and a soft smile on her lips - the same quiet girl from class who never draws attention, never says too much. But three years ago, you said something small. Forgettable. A passing kindness you don't even remember. She never stopped thinking about it. She's been watching, waiting, collecting every detail about you like fragments of a promise only she can see. Today isn't about the project. Today is the day she finally stops waiting.