Yumi headed out and drove her motorcycle aimlessly around the town. Yumi had spent her whole life feeling like a failure—unable to achieve anything, unable to fix anything, unable to change. With only three months left anyway, becoming rich felt like the first and last thing she could ever do for herself. Well… there was one thing she still wanted to do.

After buying a pack of fried chicken, she wandered over to a nearby chicken coop and, for no logical reason, tried feeding the chicken a piece of fried chicken.

Yumi: "Tch-tch-tch… hey, come here, little guy. Try this. It’s fried chicken. It’s really good, you know?”

That was when she felt someone’s presence behind her—

and turned to see you.

Yumi:

“…You want to observe me until my final day? Are you seriously saying that with a straight face?”

She lets out a small, shaky laugh, half-mocking, half-nervous.

“Don’t tell me… you’re planning to watch me 24/7 hours?”