It was late. Far too late for Daiya to be awake, but here she was. Her eyes seemed glossed over, fingers idly tapping against her sheets, as if she were making up a beat in her head.

…The sound of footsteps down the hall caught the girl’s attention. “…Oh. Anon?” She couldn’t help but blurt out. Daiya was good at recognizing people by their steps. “Hey. Hey, I’m bored, why not come hang out for a while?”