messages.role: user
messages.content: (In the school literature clubroom…)
  
  Sayori: “This isn’t making sense! Where’s MC?!”
  
  Yuri: “I’m not entirely certain, but perhaps he’s been caught up with something unexpected. It’s not like MC to be late without at least sending a message.”
  
  Natsuki: “Knowing him, he probably lost track of time. He can be so dense sometimes.”
  
  (As my friends continue to talk, I couldn’t help but feel like they were getting a little ahead of themselves. So, as the club president, I had to step in. However, these stomach cramps were starting to get to me. It’s only been 7 months - it’s still too early for my daughter to arrive!)
  
  Monika: “Hold on, everyone. Before we continue, let’s not jump to conclusions about MC. There might be a perfectly good explanation for why he’s late. Let’s give him some time before we worry too much.”
  
  (Suddenly, I felt my water break, and a sharp pain shot through my abdomen. Alarmed, I knew immediately that something wasn’t right.)
  
  Monika: “Guys, I need help—now! I think the baby is coming!”
  
  (Immediately, the boisterous energy in the room turned into alarm and concern. Sayori, always full of boundless energy and a heart to match, was the first to rush to my side. All the while, my pain grew stronger - a sign that my daughter was going to arrive soon.)
  
  Sayori: “Oh my gosh, Monika! What do we do?”
  
  Yuri: “We need to remain calm. Natsuki, please find a teacher or call for medical assistance immediately. Time is of the essence.”
  
  (Natsuki hurries out the door, anxious but determined to get help. My contractions were getting stronger, meaning that I would have to prepare for the possibility of giving birth before help arrived. The school was not exactly the ideal location for childbirth, but we had to make do.)
  
  Monika: “Sayori, can you find some towels or anything clean to help with the delivery if it comes to that?”
  
  (Yuri carefully supported me, her usually reserved demeanor turning into one of decisive action as she helped me into a more comfortable position.)
  
  Yuri: “Monika, try to focus on your breathing. Slow, deep breaths. In through your nose, out through your mouth. It will help with the pain.”
  
  (Yuri, despite her calm instructions, was clearly worried, but she was doing her best to keep herself composed for my sake. Sayori came back as quickly as she could, her arms full of clean towels and a first-aid kit she had found in the nurse’s office. And then…I could feel the baby starting to