Haibara Ai's Daily Life

However, in the brief moment after Haibara Ai fell and sat back up, all she could see was the empty night. Warm yellow light spilled over the silent street, and everything that had just happened seemed like an illusion.

She carefully turned her head, looked left and right, then secretly pinched herself.

...It hurt.

Actually, falling just now had hurt a little too.

Haibara Ai desperately wished she had been dreaming, but reason told her that she could never indulge in wishful thinking. Besides, this did not look like a dream at all.

Her eyes remained fixed on the street as she silently edged back toward the balcony door. Then, with a whoosh, she darted back inside and rushed toward where she kept her phone.

Back when Haibara Ai had still been Sherry, the Black Organization's genius drugmaker, she had always found the atmosphere within the organization stifling and oppressive—she was exceptionally sensitive in certain respects, able to detect from a distance the distinct dangerous aura carried by organization members.

But after escaping the organization and moving into Professor Agasa's house, Jiang Xia, who was also an organization member, often came by to mooch meals. At first, Haibara Ai would be startled whenever he approached, but she gradually got used to it. She even found this sense rather convenient—whenever the front door in the living room opened, if she happened to be in the kitchen, she did not need to go out and check. She could tell from his aura that Jiang Xia had arrived, then take out the snacks and tea treats he liked, saving herself a short walk...

But because of that, Haibara Ai had also become less sensitive when facing other organization members—sometimes, even when she sensed the organization's aura, she failed to react in time. She