The small gold watch on her slender wrist gleamed conspicuously against the dim sky. Fujiwara Reya neither looked at nor listened to anything, quietly closing his eyes... The last image imprinted in his vision was Mrs. Kasahara's childishly innocent smile.
The wind after the rain was chilling cold.
The wide, withered leaves were blown by the wind, adhering to the tree trunks.
The sky grew slightly darker.
In front of the shrine's torii gate, a jet-black motorcycle came to a stop.
Kasahara Fumi, dressed in leather and high heels, parked her bike, hung her helmet on the handlebar, and walked through the torii. The rain had almost stopped, but trees still dripped tiny transparent water droplets onto the path. Her orange long hair, swaying with the wind, was breathtakingly beautiful.
"Tap, tap, tap..."
The policewoman's graceful legs treaded lightly on the moist stone path.
