The Emiya household's estate was a large courtyard purchased from the Fujimura Group, consisting of several wooden single-story pavilions that surrounded a small courtyard, roughly equivalent in size to a traditional siheyuan.
It had once again become evening, and as the sunset glowed, Shirou Emiya took out his keys and opened the door of the old house by himself.
There was no electricity, nor light, so the old house seemed eerily quiet, while Shirou Emiya sighed as he walked towards the direction of the kitchen, sliding open the partition door to reveal a kitchen that was tidy but eerily empty.
"Senior, are you looking for me?"
A shadowy human figure seemed to cast itself upon the kitchen window, its silhouette resembling that of Sakura Matou, as did the voice.
But the shadow intermittently rippled.
"Sakura, stop this."
Shirou Emiya heaved a sigh.
"Is this what you wanted, Senior?"
The tone of Sakura Matou was somewhat calm.
"Yes."
