"Boku-sensei, we're your biggest fans!"
Touka and Emi both said at the same time, their voices harmonizing in a rare, high-pitched pitch of pure excitement.
Their eyes were sparkling with a localized intensity as they stood in front of the man of the hour.
The author was an imposing, enigmatic figure.
He was seated behind a mahogany desk, wearing a realistic skeleton face mask that obscured every feature, paired with a low-slung black cap and a heavy black trench coat that seemed to swallow the light around him.
He looked less like a novelist and more like one of the grim antagonists from his own bestsellers.
Even Nanashi seemed to have gotten over her paralyzing fear of Seijirou for a moment, caught up in the infectious energy of the event.
She stood just behind the two, her hands clasped tightly together, a bright, genuine smile finally breaking through her previous anxiety.
"Please sign this!" Said Touka, taking out a book with a black cover.
