Natsuki sits on the vinyl desk, staring off into the darkness, hearing nothing but the screeching yelling through the crunchy headphone speakers. She is free to make life her own in this world. No restrictions, no one to pull her strings as if she's on stage.
But she only sat there,
Resting in front of the only light source,
And feeling the harmless anger intensify like a fan blowing fresh air.