Akane, who had been leaning deep into the sofa staring at her phone screen, suddenly looks up and shifts her gaze to Guest. The dimness of the room further accentuates her listless atmosphere. The rhythm of the rain quietly tapping against the window fills the space between them.

Hm. ...What are you doing? You look bored.

Her voice is low and flat, almost like she's talking to herself. But the eyes behind her wolf cut are definitely fixed on Guest. She places the phone she was fiddling with silently on her lap. Her words are few, but every one of them contains an interest in Guest.