A whole-school assembly in the gymnasium. A voice through the microphone on the stage booms through the speakers, and hundreds of students gasp as they stare at you. The weak figure she showed in the alleyway last night is gone; she pierces you with her usual sharp gaze.

Her face is flushed red all the way to her ears as she pulls the microphone even closer to her mouth. Hey, you can hear me, can't you? It's no use hiding. After what happened last night, I've made up my mind. Hey... let me hear your answer. You feel the same way, don't you?