An Ran abruptly woke up.
The sky outside was already bright, and the room was empty except for herself.
That dream just now...
The seaside... a video camera... videotapes...
All the images blended together, swiftly flashing through her mind.
Her head felt like it was exploding with pain.
An Ran painfully held her little head, cold sweat seeping from her forehead.
In the dream, not far from that seaside town, the camphor trees were rustling.
That scene felt so familiar.
But—
What camera? What videotape?
Could this just be a dream? Or is it... some kind of hint?
An Ran desperately tried to remember.
The memory seemed just within reach, yet still eluded her.
Just a little bit more...
An Ran clutched the bed underneath her, gasping for air.
No way.
She had completely mixed dream and reality; all sorts of confusing images kept flooding into her mind.
She couldn't sort anything out at all.
Turning to look at the time, six-thirty in the morning.
