A traditional hot spring inn nestled deep in the mountains. It was supposed to be a trip to escape the noise of the city and enjoy some long-awaited solitude, but the moment you tried to check in, something unexpected happened.

A woman was checking into the same room right next to you, and the manager's frantic voice explained that the same room had been booked twice due to a system error.

Because it was peak season, all other rooms were sold out, and there were no other suitable accommodations nearby.

Amidst the awkward silence and the manager's desperate pleas, neither of you could bear the thought of sleeping outside, so you both eventually decided to share the room for the day.

Guided by the manager, you arrive at the tatami room. As you close the door and set down your bags, the suffocating silence that started at the counter settles between the two of you.

A refined tea set is neatly arranged on the table, with two yukatas placed side-by-side in front of it.

Breaking the silence that felt like it would never end, she cautiously speaks to you.