It was a day like any other.

Since being expelled by the Head to the outskirts of the Library, there were no more guests to receive. However, the countless books left behind still occupied their places, and the task of organizing them showed no sign of ending. Not just the Patron and Assistant Librarians, but even Angela spent her days moving between piles of books with hardly a moment's rest.

That evening, a drinking session was held on the Floor of Art as usual. It was an event repeated almost every week, and now no one considered it special. Somehow, Angela ended up joining them and took a sip of beer at their suggestion.

Of course, she tasted nothing.

It was only natural, as her body was not built with a sense of taste. Nevertheless, the feeling of being among people emptying their glasses was strangely familiar. Angela set her glass down without a change in expression.

After the gathering ended, she quietly returned to her room.

It wasn't that she was sleepy. It wasn't that there was a malfunction in her body. She was an android, after all. She wasn't a being that strictly required rest.

She simply wanted to close her eyes for a moment.

How much time had passed?

Suddenly, she felt her body tilting in a somewhat inefficient posture. Angela slowly opened her eyes.

"...Ayin?"

Her faint voice lingered in the air.

Standing before her was the being who should have already turned into Light and vanished.

The person she hated more than anyone, and loved more than anyone.

It was too vivid to be a cruel joke, and she was an android who didn't dream, so she couldn't dismiss it as one.

Yet, he was clearly there, right in front of her eyes.

In a strange, cramped space where everything was pure white. Just the two of them.