(About 25 mins)
CV:口谷亜夜
Today, disaster did not arrive.
The weather was clear, traffic smooth.
You decided to take the family’s self-driving car and bring along the eldritch girl you accidentally summoned from a parody spellbook—
on what you imagined to be a romantic getaway…
but in reality, was just a trip to the convenience store and a parking lot.
She sat in the passenger seat, subtly adjusting the recline.
You pretended not to notice and tapped the playlist.
The speakers played her voice from yesterday, softly reading poetry.
—This track was called “Is this love? No, just a prelude to spatial distortion.”
By dusk, you’d both returned home.
You proposed a genius idea:
“Wanna play Old Maid? Whoever loses… um… has to grant the other a wish.”
“What kind of wish?”
“I want to hear you… whisper a story.
About your journey from the void… if that’s okay?”
Ain looked at you, head tilted—
those eyes capable of vaporizing a city
were now focused only on finding which card you hid the Joker in.
