While Yotun was talking to the police, Aisha tugged on Schiller's sleeve. The two of them slipped out through the back door and stood before a window facing the backyard.
"I don't think he's a good person," Aisha concluded first.
"I think so too." Schiller nodded. "But it doesn't matter. We didn't come here for him. It's nice enough that he can provide us with a place to stay."
"Why do you think that?" Schiller asked again.
"I can't really explain it. He just feels kind of unstable." Aisha shook her head. "Judging by his appearance, he should be a shy bookworm. But would someone who's bad at socializing really invite strangers to stay at his house?"
"Also, even though he didn't show it, he had this inexplicable excitement about him. The way he looked at me was weird too." Aisha rubbed her arms. "His sister looks about the same age as me. He doesn't have some weird fetish, does he?"
"It's not that complicated," Schiller said. "The moment he said he liked my theories, I knew he wasn't a good person."
"Why?"
"What kind of good person likes the Psychoanalytic Method?"
"...That makes so much sense."
Schiller kept Aisha company as she swung in the backyard. After finishing his conversation with the police, Yotun walked over with his fingers intertwined, looking as though he wanted to say something but hesitated.
"What's wrong?" Schiller looked at him. "Why did the police come? Did something happen?"
"Nothing." Yotun shook his head. "The place where the alien spacecraft was spotted was in the wheat fields on my farm. There are often outsiders wandering around nearby. The police came to remind me to stay safe and not go out casually for the time being."
"That does make sense." Schiller nodded as though he