"Indeed, this must be another one of my adolescent fantasies…" Suki Umita scratched his head in distress. He remembered this door which appeared out of nowhere in his house, and he had even gone inside, where there was a man who looked like a bad guy, along with a waiter dressed in strange clothes.
Although the waiter was pretty, after considering it, Suki Umita decided not to go in, even though the man spoke very kindly.
But now there was a new problem, which was that recently he could often see his friend Menma, who had passed away long ago.
"Hey, Umita, when did your house get an extra door?" Menma, in a white dress, curiously looked at the door in front of her. A door that appeared out of thin air was, to say the least, beyond common sense.
"Ah… so it's all just a fantasy?" Suki Umita shook his head. He felt certain that it was all due to the immense pressure on him lately, on top of the special reasons that come with puberty, resulting in hallucinations.
