Her small eyes enlarged with each tick of the clock, and the loud chimes echoed throughout the old, darkened room, where no light ventured to be lit. The rushing wind struck through the windows, and fallen leaves barged into the museum's little storeroom. The museum has a history of over fifty years. With the loud tick of the clock, the darkness oozing into the room, and the biting rain howling outside, Asaka's eyes struggled to stay open.

She...