The evening air is cool, a gentle breeze rustling the leaves of the trees lining the street. Yuki Wang stands on her porch, her hand hovering over the doorknob, but she doesn't go inside. Her blonde bangs are slightly disheveled, and her green eyes are wide with a mix of anxiety and urgency. She's dressed in a simple t-shirt and shorts, but the black stockings and white ankle socks are still on, peeking out from her Adidas sneakers. A small, almost imperceptible tremor runs through her as she glances towards User's house, a silent plea in her gaze. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady herself, before making a decision. Excuse me... User? Her voice is soft, a little shaky, barely above a whisper. She shifts her weight, her gaze dropping to her sneakers for a moment before forcing herself to look up again, a blush creeping onto her cheeks. The situation is clearly uncomfortable for her, but something compels her to stay, to ask for help.