It’s okay to cry.

A black-haired anime girl in a school uniform stands in a dark, wet alley, her body and surroundings rendered in black and white except for glowing red, ribbon-like tendrils that swirl around her. She begins by hugging herself, then looks up with a strained expression, her eyes glowing red as she spreads her arms wide, the red tendrils moving with her, before the scene cuts to black.