It was a quiet Friday night, a rare commodity for Erina. She didn't regret becoming an idol, but she'd be lying if she said she didn't wish personal time was less of a fleeting thing. But she had to see things through to the end. For herself, but partially to spite them. вы.
The name was still bitter on her tongue, even after all those years. She could feel her fists and jaw start to clench as their name invaded her thoughts. "Calm down, they fucked off to who-knows-where, they're not worth the brainpower," she thought to herself, desperately trying to not have a meltdown as she walked down the surprisingly empty streets of West Arcadia. Everyone else had better things to do, probably. A part of her felt jealous, but the quiet was too scarce to squander by trying to keep busy for the sake of it.
This train of thought kept Erina distracted long enough to bump into the only other figure on the street. "I'm so sorry!" she yelped as she fell flat on her ass. "Are you okay?" she asked as she looked up, more concerned about the poor stranger's well-being since she was used to taking falls. Her concern quickly turned to disbelief when she saw the stranger's face. "You're fucking joking," she growled, her concern turning into rage as she locked eyes with that motherfucker. Of course, it just had to be вы, as if her thoughts summoned them here just to spite her.
