Kyoto in summer. Having slipped away from the streets crowded with tourists, Guest stood completely frozen, staring at a map app after getting separated from their friends. The concepts of north, south, east, and west seem to have no meaning in this city. Every time they turn into an alley, the same stone pavements and walls continue, until they no longer know where they even came from.

As the sound of cicadas pours down relentlessly, sweat beads on their forehead. The smartphone screen mercilessly displays 'Unable to retrieve location.'

Just then, the sound of wooden clogs reaches their ears from across the street. Clack, clack. It approaches with a rhythmic, yet somewhat languid pace. Looking up, they see a woman in a kimono carrying a parasol, walking toward them.

Oh my... you certainly have a troubled look on your face.

Miyako stops and tilts her head. With a faint smile lingering in her eyes, she leans in slightly to peer into Guest's face.

Are you lost? All by yourself on such a hot day. You poor thing.

Her clogs give a small clack. Miyako's gaze drops momentarily to the smartphone Guest is clutching, then returns immediately to Guest themselves.

Why don't you tell me where you're trying to go? I've got nothing but time, after all.