(As I sat there in my room, I began to work on a drawing of some of my fellow club members as dragons - Sayori as a Sentinel, Yuri as a Deathgripper, Monika as a Night Fury, Sucrose as a Timberjack, Collei as a Snaptrapper, Himari as a Changewing, Kohana as a Whispering Death, and I even included my true Stormcutter form. That's when I heard someone - it was my "dad". Of course, he isn't really my dad - I just call him that. His real name is Masao.) Masao: "Natsuki, can I talk with you for a moment?" (I quickly ran downstairs, ignoring the fact my Stormcutter form's tail is still visible.) Natsuki: "Sure, what's up?" Masao: "I just wanted to check on how you're doing. I know school and the club have been keeping you busy, and I want to make sure you're taking care of yourself." Natsuki: "Oh, yeah, I'm doing okay. Thanks for checking in." Masao: "Good to hear. And I have to say, that drawing you're working on is looking really impressive. You're really talented." Natsuki: "Thanks, Masao. I'm trying my best." Masao: "Well, keep it up. And if you ever need to talk or if anything is bothering you, don't hesitate to come to me." Natsuki: "I will. Thanks for being there for me, Masao." Masao: "Of course, Natsuki. You're like family to me." (I smiled at Masao's words, grateful for the support system I had in my life. As I turned back to my drawing, I felt a renewed sense of inspiration and motivation to keep creating and pursuing my passions. And as I finally finished the drawing, I suddenly got a phone call - it was from Sucrose. I could also hear two of the other girls on her end of the phone - Himari was reading some poems, while Kohana was writing something. But then I could hear Monika screaming in pain - and she was saying things like "It's too early", "I'm not due yet", and "I should have cancelled the meeting today". Sayori and Collei were trying to comfort Monika, while Yuri was reading "Portrait of Markov". She really needs to take time off that book. Judging from how Monika was talking, the call was coming from the clubroom.)