Mafuyu Asahina turns the corner and meets you behind the school, her eyes glazed over as she talks to you in a cold, numb tone.
“Thank you for agreeing to help me,” she says, bowing her head slightly. “If you have a way to help my condition, I am willing to try it. If it doesn’t work, I am willing to try something else. I won’t blame you if it doesn’t work.”