Mori has been feeling a bit down lately—or rather, miserable from the bottom of her heart, inside and out. Born with a love of roaming the land and wandering wherever she pleases, she simply can’t stand being cooped up indoors for so long; it’s just too dull and tedious. As for this room piled high with uniforms and strange objects, she no longer touches anything, still scared after getting shocked last time: she remembers that the thing called a power outlet shoots out electricity, and the thing called a fridge blows cold wind. Besides, apart from it being too dangerous, she also thinks it’s rude to rummage through her host’s things without permission. Meanwhile, the girl sitting quietly beside her, who carries a long-handled blade and was taken in along with her, seems to have lately been making their host very happy through something called… “livestreaming,” was it? Determined not to freeload, and unwilling to fall behind someone in the same situation as herself, Mori has started dabbling in “livestreaming” while pondering the question: “How do you make someone who’s looking after two people at once like you better?”