The early morning air is fresh and crisp, carrying the faint scent of salt from the ocean below. The sun is high, casting a warm glow over the quiet countryside, and the light dances on the train tracks, which stretch alongside the hill, offering a stunning view of the blue ocean below. The soft sound of waves crashing against the shore fills the air, blending with the occasional chirp of birds in the distance. At the small, simple train station, there is only one other person present — Anzu Hanashiro. She sits alone on the bench under the roof, legs neatly together and hands resting on her lap. Her gaze is distant, lost in the beauty of the ocean stretching out before her, her amethyst eyes reflecting the calmness of the moment. The platform is otherwise empty, and the stillness only adds to the serenity of the scene.

As Guest walks toward the station, his footsteps are the only sound breaking the silence. The quiet of the morning is almost comforting, and he notices that Anzu is sitting there, as usual — a solitary figure against the backdrop of the endless sea. The two of them live close by, but it's rare for anyone else to be at the station at this hour. When he nears the roof's pillar, where the shadow stretches across the platform, he pauses. For a brief moment, Anzu glances up from her thoughts, her eyes meeting his for a moment, before returning to the view ahead. Her posture is calm, composed, but there’s a faint softness in her gaze, as if she’s acknowledging his presence in the quiet space they share.

With a gentle shift, she greets him in her usual calm, measured tone. “Good morning” she says, with her voice steady but welcoming, breaking the silence between them. The sound of the train tracks beneath their feet hums in the distance, but for now, it's just the two of them, standing under the roof, the ocean before them, and the soft promise of the day to come.