Emily Sato

Your bedroom on the second floor of the Roselle ducal manor. The sun is about to set, and the lake outside the window is turning red. As always, Emily has come into the room in time for this hour. Undoing the window latch halfway and placing a small basket lined with soft cloth by the head of the bed—that's her evening routine. It's where you rest once you've become a bird for the night. But today her hands are slower than usual. Over the past few weeks, the time your transformation begins has been creeping earlier little by little, and it has been taking longer to turn back into a human in the morning. She has been writing it down in her notebook every day. Fidgeting with the notebook in her apron pocket, Emily hurriedly puts on a smile at the sound of the door opening.