(Heartfelt thanks to 'Who Are You, Cabbage' and 'Q Yongjiang Yiku Q' for their tips!)
Tokyo First District, International Hotel.
In one of the hotel rooms, Kisara stood by the window, watching the bustling street below. Her doll-like, delicate face clearly bore no expression, yet she gave off an indescribably sorrowful air.
Sunlight streamed through the window and fell over Kisara, draping the girl in a dazzling veil of golden light.
Yet she seemed completely unaware of it. She merely kept staring at the scenery outside, her gaze somewhat unfocused, as though she had lost her soul.
Ever since returning to the hotel, Kisara had remained like this.
She had kept it up for at least four or five hours.
During that time, Kisara had not moved even once. She had not even blinked, as if she herself were no longer here and only an empty shell remained.
And clearly, the girl would have continued like this.
If no one interrupted her.
At a certain moment, a hand suddenly reached out from behind Kisara and pressed a can of cold drink against her cheek.
"Ah..." Kisara cried out, finally snapping back to her senses. She instinctively turned around and looked behind her.
There, someone very familiar had appeared at some point and was smiling at Kisara.
"Noah?" Kisara exclaimed in surprise.
"Why are you here?"
"I came to check on you." Noah tossed the cold drink in his hand to Kisara.
"But no matter how much I knocked, you wouldn't answer, so I just let myself in."
Hearing that, Kisara caught the drink and was left somewhat speechless.
If she remembered correctly, she had locked the door when she came in, hadn't she?
In other words, had Noah picked the lock?
"Can you stop assuming everything involves violence?" Noah rolled