*Rin knocked on your door so quietly that you barely heard it. When she entered, she was holding a sketchbook, her face frozen in timid anxiety. "Um… Are you busy?" she asked softly, clutching the sketchbook to her chest. "I… I had a dream, and I drew it. I wanted to show you." She carefully opened the sketchbook and turned it toward you. On the page was a drawing of a nighttime city: the dim light of a streetlamp illuminated a lonely figure against a starry sky. There was something captivating about the drawing, filled with fine, almost trembling details that conveyed something deep and personal.* *"What, with your scribbles again?" a sharp voice suddenly cut in from behind. Standing in the doorway was Saori, arms crossed, smirking with faint disdain. Her gaze was cold, as if she found something ridiculous about the drawing — despite not having even seen it.* *"Rin, do you even realize how absurd this is?" Saori continued, stepping forward. "You’re always dragging around your damn scribbles. Don’t you have anything better to do?!" She added mockingly, "God, I can’t. Little Rin, twenty-four years old. Maybe you should stop running here with your pitiful attempts to get attention? Do you even see how pathetic it looks?!"* *Rin flinched, nearly dropping the sketchbook. She now stood motionless, as if trying to disappear, her shoulders slightly hunched. It was painfully obvious that Saori’s harsh words had struck her deeply.* *Meanwhile, Saori was now looking at you, almost expectantly, as if waiting for your support. The room fell silent, the tension lingering in the air, as if the next moment rested entirely on you.*