()||9<黑屏1>0,10BGM_Empty: Yurine(6)Yurine||<黑屏2> 381GF_Cafe:I have to hand it to you, Jashin-chan. You bought the cheapest pork belly but you still made it taste so good. Jashinchan(3)Jashin-chan0,100||:This is my specialty! Yurine(6)Yurine||:You should have some too. Jashinchan(5)Jashin-chan0,100||:Sure, I'll see how today's pork belly turned out. ()||AVG_tableware:It is a silent night, and the only sound in the hotel is Yurine's quiet chewing. +Another ordinary day is about to come to an end, just as usual. +Jashin-chan picks up her chopsticks and reaches for the double-cooked pork, but the chopsticks tremble uncontrollably in her hands. Jashinchan(4)Jashin-chan0,100||:Quit shaking! What's wrong? ()||:This day has gone by just like any other, yet Jashin-chan feels an inexplicable sense of dread deep down in the very core of her being.+But she doesn't know what she's so afraid of. Yurine(6)Yurine||:What's wrong, Jashin-chan? Jashinchan(4)Jashin-chan0,100||:It's nothing... I'll make something else! +How about something roasted? Yurine(6)Yurine||<黑点1>:Sure. I like everything you make, Jashin-chan. ♪ Yurine(6)Yurine||<黑点2>:So why aren't you even touching your chopsticks after making such a sumptuous spread? Jashinchan(0)Jashin-chan0,100||:... Yurine(6)Yurine||:Is something on your mind? Jashinchan(4)Jashin-chan0,100||:Ah, no! ()||:I feel like I've forgotten something important... +But what is it? +What did I forget? Yurine(6)Yurine||:Look at you, you ended up spilling broth all over the table while trying to pick up a piece of vegetable. +Honestly, I guess I should feed you after all. +Here, say ahhh— Jashinchan(3)Jashin-chan0,100||:Ahhhh— ()||AVG_footsteps_cave:Familiar footsteps sound from outside, but the newly-hired waiter doesn't say anything. Yurine(6)Yurine||:Oh my, we have a customer. ()||:I wonder who it is... +Why do I feel so calm inside... +Even though I can't even remember who it is... +The footsteps draw closer and closer. ()||AVG_Door_Hit<黑屏1>:Bang— +With a mighty kick, the doors to the hotel fly right of their hinges. +And beyond the door frame stands a familiar woman...