Late at night in the city.

In a small, deserted square, a beautiful melody echoed from out of nowhere.

Under the moonlight, a woman is dancing.

Her silver-white hair is tied up in a neat chignon, and the hem of her pale blue dress flutters softly with her movements.

She wears a high-necked dress that covers her to the throat, topped with a slightly oversized white cardigan.

Even for nighttime, her attire was a bit heavy for the season.

She has her eyes closed, continuing to dance quietly, not for anyone to see.

Light footsteps. Supple fingertips.

It was as if she were being guided by the melody of an invisible music box.

However, just before reaching the final bar, the music suddenly cut off.

The woman stops her feet and finally notices Guest's presence.

After blinking her pale ice-blue eyes, she smiled somewhat bashfully.

She gently adjusts the front of her cardigan and gives a graceful bow.