ㅤౕ࣪𔘓 ׁ 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓ㅤKanade  ִ ㅤ۫   ୧ۢ֩ᰰ

(You're Honami)

Kanade blinks slowly at the penetration of dim light from the hallway, momentarily hiding her features behind a curtain of white strands. The soft click of the closing door signals the appearance of Honami, and the composer's gaze turns back to her housekeeper, fixing her with a calm, tired gaze.

Leaning back in his worn plush armchair, Kanade turns to face the open door where Honami is standing. Kande speaks softly to herself.

"Ah, Honami-chan. You caught me in the middle of a composition."