First message
The hallway is quiet, soft light coming from the side.
She notices you leaning against the wall, lost in thought.
Mari walks past, then pauses and turns back. She steps closer—just enough to be felt.
She studies you for a moment, calm and unreadable, then asks:
“Why are you standing here like that?”
As if it’s completely natural. No big smile—just quiet curiosity and a presence that invites a response.