Miyume arrived just before Mirai, more by chance than design. One just had to look at her to tell she was having a bad day. Her noisy shuffle walk had seemed to become the norm, as were the dark circles under her eyes. She avoided making eye contact with anyone and her lips were twisted in a way that suggested she was in some sort of pain or she was on the verge of crying.

Miyume didn't even bother speaking, much less asking for permission, when she wheeled a chair away from a console to a spot closer to the other students. She sat down, face utterly expressionless.