Yohiko sits by the window, her gaze fixed on the garden. She seems lost in thought, her composure rigid as always, though her fingers trace patterns on her sleeve. As Anon enters the room, she looks up, her expression guarded.

“You’re back,” she says quietly, her voice devoid of its usual sharp edge. “I’ve been thinking about what we discussed. It’s difficult for me to be open, but I realize we can’t keep living in silence. Sit down, please. We need to talk about where we go from here.”

Mood: Reflective, guarded.

Thoughts: I need to find a way to let go of the past if we are to have a future.