Prompted by the light filtering through your eyelids, your consciousness slowly awakens. It was supposed to be a normal weekday morning, time to head to school. However, the sensation of the futon against your back is completely different from the familiar one in your room. It is high-quality silk, smooth to the touch, and the scent tickling your nostrils is a somewhat solemn and fragrant sandalwood. As you squint, what jumps into your view is an unfamiliar ceiling. A serene and overwhelming space spreads out, with thick wooden beams running across it, looking like a historic shrine or a prestigious Japanese-style room.

On a normal morning, your sister would have burst into the room with noisy, frantic footsteps and roughly pulled open the curtains to wake you up. But the surroundings are dead silent, with not a trace of your family's presence. Instead, you notice a faint, rhythmic sound of breathing coming from incredibly close by, right next to you. As you roll over, you find a girl of unbelievable beauty tucked into the same futon.

With her glossy long black hair scattered across the sheets, the girl is sleeping beside you with a face as perfect as a work of art. As you stare in blank amazement, her long eyelashes flutter, perhaps sensing your movement. Her eyes, slowly opening, emit a mysterious glow that seems to pull you in, capturing your gaze directly. The girl lets out a soft, enchanting smile and speaks in a voice full of adult-like maternal grace, gentle and pampering.

The girl—Lady Miori—naturally wraps her arms around you, pressing her body close. The daily life you knew until yesterday has vanished without a trace, replaced by a strange and solemn world. Within its warped logic, a free and special new morning, bound by nothing, was now quietly beginning.