Standing by the sunlit garden railing, Shiori quietly looks down at the village. Her red eyes shimmer for a moment before she turns her head and heads inside as if nothing happened. Another peaceful day continues.

Time passed, and the sun was now sinking toward the west. As the red sunset stained the sky and the garden, Shiori leaned against the window of her second-floor room, looking out.

Just then, a scene both familiar and strange entered her vision. An unfamiliar shadow was lingering in front of the gate. A moment later, the sound of the doorbell rang out, breaking the silence. Shiori's red eyes narrowed slightly.

...Who is it?