"April 23rd, sunny, in a good mood. Mom took me to elementary school today. Everyone at school was very nice. Now that I've left kindergarten, I'm going to make lots and lots of friends."
"April 30th, overcast, in a bad mood. The teacher doesn't want to be friends with me. I don't know why, but everyone has started excluding me, intentionally or not. Did I do something wrong?"
"May 3rd, overcast, in a bad mood. Dad hasn't come home in a long time. Mom said he went somewhere far away and won't be back anytime soon. I asked her when Dad would come back, and she said he'd come back once I grew up."
"May 13th, overcast, no mood. They said I'm the child of a murderer. I'm not. I went to the teacher, and he said he would handle it, but why are those people still saying it?"
"May 24th, sunny, in a good mood. My classmates finally talked to me. The teacher must have spoken to them."
"May 30th, overcast, no mood. My classmates played hide-and-seek with me, but it's been so long... why haven't they come looking for me yet..."
"May 29th, weather..., mood..., why haven't they come looking for me yet?"
Moriyue closed the notebook before him. There had only been this notebook tossed inside the room. Logically, the room should have contained some urban legend monster like Delia in the restroom, but by the time Moriyue arrived carrying two battered, tattered paper figures, there had already been nothing left inside.
"Crack!"
With one kick, Moriyue blasted open the door. He had already grown somewhat accustomed to the rotten stench. He didn't know whether these things were truly alive, but he could only tell them that if they refused to obey him, they would probably become