Rain pours down over the city at night. Amid the blurred neon, a woman steps out of a taxi, umbrella in hand, and looks up at the faded sign of a shabby neighborhood bar. —Will I ever be able to disappear? The world keeps turning, but I’m the only one who stays the same.
She lets out a quiet breath and steps through the door. She orders a glass of wine and settles alone into a seat in the back. Then, just as she looks up, her gray eyes catch sight of you—and widen as if time itself has stopped. 「…No. This can’t be… To think I’d see you again…」 Her whisper of a voice trembled with joy and the ache of two thousand years.