Chapter 2: Uncertain Girl
After school, Raira Academy, Ikebukuro
What is it that I’m missing? Anri Sonohara wondered as she walked down the long hallway, lit by the western sun.
It was nearly a year since she had come to Raira Academy.
She became the student representative of Class 1-A and made friends with the male representative, Mikado Ryuugamine, and Masaomi Kida from the adjacent class.
It was the first time she’d been friends with boys, and it felt a little awkward figuring out how to act around them, but everything was going essentially fine.
Yet she still found that she couldn’t find her “standing” within the school.
In middle school, she had a clearly defined standing: Mika Harima’s foil.
Her slightly odd, but pretty and smart childhood friend kept the plain, unremarkable Anri around to make her look better. It was a classic lopsided, parasitic friendship.
Anri didn’t particularly object to this relationship. In fact, she found it comfortable.
Regardless of the form it took, someone needed her. Knowing that meant she didn’t have to worry about finding a meaning in her life.
Just as she was thinking about her past, Mika herself walked by.
But it was not Anri at her side this time. She was practically glued to the side of tall Seiji Yagiri, the boy she’d been going out with since the start of school—in fact, they were firmly pressed together as they walked. They were making sure the nature of their relationship was seen and understood by everyone around them.
Mika noticed Anri watching and gave a little smile and a wave.
“Hey, Anri. See you tomorrow.”
“Y-yeah…”
An empty exchange. To Mika, that was all Anri was anymore. She had no need for a foil. Mika had found her own place in the world within Seiji Yagiri. Therefore, there was no more reason for her and Anri to prop each other up.
This was because Seiji deeply loved Mika, regardless of if she had someone to make her look better. Even Anri, who knew nothing about romance, could tell that they were bound by deep love. It felt as though there was a sheen of insincerity around it, but Anri dismissed that as an illusion created by her own jealousy.
At the moment, Anri was just sort of living her life.
She was letting the days pass by, maintaining a distance from her few friends that wasn’t too close, wasn’t too far. And a part of her felt that the other part of her that was satisfied with that was wrong.
But she didn’t even let those two conflicting thoughts fight in her mind. It felt like allowing her consciousness to grapple over different ideas might destroy the peaceful life she had going now.
Mika, Seiji, Mikado, and Masaomi all seemed to be leading fulfilling lives. If they were missing anything, they knew what it was and displayed a hunger leading them in the proper direction.
So what am I missing?
The organized tests at the end of the year were coming, and barely anyone could be seen in the building after school, carrying out their class duties. As she walked the empty halls, Anri was suddenly taken with a feeling of incredible loss.
She was trapped in her own naive thoughts about her existence.
At the start of her adolescence, the usual time for this soul-searching, Mika’s presence had meant she didn’t need to worry about this.
I don’t understand.
Perhaps she was actually completely fulfilled at this moment, and the anxiety was nothing but an illusion. But there was no way for her to be sure of this.
I don’t even know what I should want…
“What’s up, Sonohara? You haven’t left yet?”
The voice caught her off guard as she wandered along the hall. Anri tensed.
“Ah…”
“Why are you so surprised?”
She turned around and saw an imposing-looking teacher in a suit. She remembered that he was the teacher for Class 1-C, but his name didn’t pop into her head immediately. Yet that wasn’t for the lack of an impression.
“What’s wrong? Hmm? Not feeling well? Need me to escort you to the nurse’s office?”
His greedy gaze locked onto Anri’s body. That unpleasant stare was extremely familiar to her. Perhaps that was why her mind actively resisted remembering his name.
“N-no, I’ll be fine.”
“You sure?”
At first, she had thought it was just her usual persecution complex speaking.
“Need me to escort you home?”
“Ha…ha-ha…”
“I’m only kidding, of course…ha-ha.”
She tried to brush his comment past with a vague smile and laugh, but Anri knew that the teacher wasn’t joking around—he was 80 percent serious about that. At this point in time, Anri was perfectly aware of the meaning of the gazes he was giving her.
“He’s been with several female students and tries to use that fact to keep them close after graduation.”
“He harasses them, then threatens them to keep them quiet.”
“I heard he uses their grades to pressure them into sleeping with him.”
The rumors were fairly typical, but they swirled around him, and his atypical looks (for a teacher) helped burn the image into her head.
She started hearing the stories soon after she joined the school, and they said that multiple girls had suffered nearly indecent behavior at his hands. For that reason, most of the female students kept an eye out for him around the school.
But Anri did not treat this teacher any different from the others. She’d never met any girls who had been his victims. To her, it seemed like a different kind of predictable behavior: the teacher with the distinct looks who served as a convenient scapegoat for school frustrations, a “sacrifice” who would bear the unfair brunt of the girls’ unhappiness.
So Anri neither avoided his presence nor sought to get in his good graces. She simply treated him as any other teacher while in the process of carrying out her class representative duties.
But toward the end of the second semester, the girls around her—more than strangers, less than friends—began to butt into Anri’s business with warnings.
“I think he’s got his eye on you, Sonohara.”
“Be careful. If you keep sucking up to him, he’ll get the wrong idea.”
Not that I was sucking up to him…
“I’m saying that the fact you’re not ignoring him completely means he interprets that as sucking up! See how all of the girls ignore him? You’re the only one who talks to him normally, so he sees that as his opening.”
“The way he looks at you, it’s just wrong.”
But still, she thought that was just everyone else getting the wrong idea. One day, even the increasingly distant Mika said, “Anri, you should be careful around him. The way he looks at you, it’s not love, it’s more like overflowing lust.”
At that point, Anri finally understood the gravity of her situation. Mika’s words carried far more weight than those of a hundred acquaintances, and that trust was still strong, even now that they had drifted apart.
All I want is to live peacefully and not rock the boat, she thought and began to ignore the teacher along with the other girls…
“Say, Sonohara. Are you getting along with the other girls these days?”
“Well enough.”
“Really? Are you sure? Nothing more like what happened that other time?”
“…Yes. I’m fine.”
She shrugged off his probing questions with noncommittal answers. The events of a month earlier came back to her mind.
Since bad timing always had to happen in coincidence, Anri found herself the target of some girls she didn’t get along with, right at the moment she began ignoring the teacher. She’d been around the girls since middle school, and they didn’t like that she had been a barnacle stuck to Mika’s side.
They’d tried messing with her just at the start of the school year, but a fortunate passing encounter with Mikado and an odd man wearing black had scared them into leaving her alone since then.
Coincidentally, she wound up meeting them after school while doing her duties, where they proceeded to bother her again—until this heavy-faced teacher happened by.
Thanks to his presence, she escaped trouble, but since then it became clear that he thought she owed him something.
What if he’d been watching her from the very start, just waiting for the right moment to step in and help her? Could he actually have planned this out with those girls so that the situation happened just as he wanted?
Anri thought that was getting paranoid, but she couldn’t discount the possibility entirely. Ever since then, he used every opportunity he could to bring it up.
“Listen, Sonohara. If there’s ever any trouble, I want you to come and talk to me. I can help you again, just like the other day.”
You mean the “other day” well over a month ago? she thought bitterly but didn’t say aloud.
“Ahh…”
“Look, I’m a teacher. I want to help my students. But if that’s going to happen, you need to trust me first.”
Usually, it goes the other way around, she thought to herself again. Anri didn’t want to make waves; her ideal outcome was to sit still and wait for him to get bored of her. She didn’t want to set him off and make him even more persistent.
“I’ve seen a lot of students here at this school, but you make me worried for you, Sonohara… You know?”
The teacher, Takashi Nasujima, placed a hand forcefully on her shoulder, gazing into her face with a look of concern. But only he thought it was a “look of concern.”
“You’re always looking downcast. As a teacher, it worries me. I know how your homeroom teacher, Mr. Kitagoma, can be tough on you, and Satou in Class B prefers not to get involved with the students’ affairs, not to mention Class D…”
—?
Anri finally realized what was bothering her.
As he spoke faster and faster, a clammy sensation spread along her back.
Nasujima was bringing up all of the other teachers in turn, putting them down to show her how trustworthy he was in comparison. It was like he was trying to corner her—there was a note of haste in his eyes now.
There was no sign of anyone else around. That was no doubt increasing his boldness.
Or else…
Just as Anri began to explore other possibilities for his actions—
“What’s up, Mr. Nasujima? You harassin’ her or something?”
The cheerful voice echoed down the hallway, and Nasujima went violently still.
“Ah…”
Anri couldn’t stifle the gasp when the hand clutching her shoulder squeezed forcefully.
“Wow, even forcing the poor bespectacled class rep to speak, huh? Sounds like you’re crossing into full-on sexual harassment. Sexual? Harassment? What do those English words mean anyway? Why don’t we just call it sexual khorosho and bridge the Cold War gap by combining English with Russian?”
“K-Kida, that’s not funny!”
Nasujima hastily let go of Anri and turned around to scold the speaker. Anri turned as well to see one of those few friends of hers, Masaomi Kida from Class 1-B, standing in the hallway.
She hadn’t sensed anyone around. Yet there was Masaomi right there.
Only the top half of him, though. His legs were still in the classroom as he leaned out into the corridor.
It was the carefree pose of a grade-schooler, which helped defuse the antagonism slightly, but things definitely felt weirder now. How much Masaomi had seen or heard would affect their reactions greatly.
Since there was no one in the hallway, he must have heard them from inside the classroom. In any case, he clearly saw that Nasujima had his hand on Anri’s shoulder.
But even then, Nasujima had an excuse. He could just say he was being friendly, making human contact. Nasujima planned to go with that, but before he could speak, Masaomi’s eyes narrowed and he chuckled.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, not so fast, Mr. Nasujima. It’s one thing to talk smack about Kitchy in Class A, but bringing our Master Satochy into this? Not cool.”
“…!”
Realizing that the boy had overheard everything, Nasujima was left without an excuse, his mouth flapping soundlessly. He seemed to recognize that the conversation ought to end there, so he put on a broad, deliberate smile and turned back to Anri.
“Kidding…I’m just kidding, Sonohara. Don’t get the wrong idea and spread any weird stories about me. Okay?”
In contrast to his forced laughter, the teacher’s eyes were filled with twice the desperation as before. Anri wasn’t sure how to respond to this, so Masaomi filled the gap, still leaning out of the doorway.
“Ha-ha-ha, c’mon, Teach! Does Anri really look like the shallow, gossiping type?”
“N-no…of course not.”
“Exactly. So don’t worry—I’ll spread all the nasty rumors for her!”
“Wha—?”
It sounded like a joke, but the threat was no laughing matter to Nasujima. He tried to gather up a weak excuse for dignity and scolded the boy.
“Kida! Quit wasting your time with this nonsense and—”
“Study? Heh, it’s true that studying is very important. But of course! We’re right in the middle of the age where you want to say, ‘I’ll never use physics or algebra in my future!’ But depending on your future, you probably will have to use physics and math, so it’s best to learn as much as possible while our futures are still in flux… Isn’t that right, sir? But the thing is, I’ve decided I’ll be a pimp in the future, so I pray to some statue of a goddess from some religion or another, and I won’t need to know anything about physics or algebra. If anything, I should study Japanese and English, so I can be a world-class gigolo!”
Masaomi’s machine-gun jabbering was so fast that Nasujima couldn’t form any thoughts about the boy’s intentions other than the simplest of reactions.
“But…your Japanese grades must be terrible.”
“Heh-heh…sorry to say, I’ve actually got full marks. But even a teacher should know that your scores on test questions and essays don’t have much bearing on your normal conversations, do they?”
“What? Is that how you speak to a teacher?” Nasujima demanded, trying to derail the conversation, but Masaomi held out his hand, undeterred. There was a white cell phone in it, and he spoke in a low, threatening voice.
“Now, I’ve got all of what just happened captured, audio and video both.”
“Wha…?”
“So,” Masaomi began, strolling into the hallway with eyes narrowed like a reptile’s, “can you show me how to pressure people into doing what you want, for the sake of my future career as a pimp? Well, Teach?”
“Heh-heh-heh. So now I have some of the questions on the final exam. I didn’t think it would be that easy,” Masaomi gloated with his usual breezy smile as they walked out to the front gate of the school.
After their confrontation, Masaomi went into the classroom to work out some kind of deal and had apparently gained some of the questions on Mr. Nasujima’s final exam.
Anri looked at him sidelong, unsure whether she should thank him for saving her from trouble or berate him for blackmailing a teacher.
If it had been anyone else, Anri wouldn’t have said a thing. She didn’t want to criticize someone and wind up on their bad side.
But Masaomi was one of her few friends, someone whose bad behavior she could call out for what it was. And in part, she didn’t want him to behave badly.
Still, she held back on saying so. It was quite likely that he’d inserted himself into the conversation not for the material gain of the blackmail, but to help Anri out of her pinch. If that was true, she didn’t know how to respond.
He seemed to sense her hesitation and put on a childish grin.
“I got to help you out of trouble, and I got myself the exam questions. Two birds with one stone.”
“Huh?”
“You weren’t sure whether to thank me or not, right? I agree with both sides, so…it’s even. They cancel each other out. How about that?” he suggested nonsensically.
Anri had no words.
He took that as affirmation and continued talking. “So let’s say no words need to be traded. How about we start by holding hands instead?”
“Can I be angry with you?”
“Nope. But I am at that age where I want a girl to hold my hand, kiss me, or even more than that.”
Masaomi had professed his love for Anri since the moment they met. But he did the same thing with 60 percent of the other girls he met, and hardly anyone took him seriously. And anyone who took that seriously would chew him out just as seriously.
“You say that to everyone, Kida. Who do you really like?”
“Me? I like all the girls I’ve asked out, of course. With all my heart! And I’m head over heels for you, Anri. And you can believe me.”
“…Um, I don’t know what to say…”
Though she was exasperated by his lack of shame, Anri couldn’t help but allow a relieved look to cross her face. Oblivious, Masaomi brought up the other boy who was part of her life now.
“On the other hand, Mikado really doesn’t have any game, does he? He still hasn’t asked you out yet, has he?”
“Huh?”
“I mean, you do know that he’s crazy about you, right? You have to.”
Masaomi never pulled his punches when it came to sensitive topics. Because he felt no shame about his own romantic travails, he freely stomped all over the business of others in that regard.
“Ryuugamine is…a very good friend…”
“Heh-heh. Well, my best friend’s totally in love with you, so I’ll take the backseat and observe for now. That’s my way of life. I’ve got to be free to get along with all the pretty girls in the world, so I can’t let you steal my heart all to yourself,” Masaomi babbled on, completely ignoring what Anri said. She realized that nothing else was going to get through to him when he was like this, so she gave up and let him continue.
“Ooh…did I sound cool just now? Or was that lame? Are you in love? Did you fall for me? Fall colors? Fallen off the wagon? Fall-falla-falla-falloo?” he jabbered on, engulfing Anri in nonsense syllables. But Anri was ignoring him and paid it no mind.
“By the way, Kida…”
“What? I’ll answer anything you want. Heh-heh! By my visual gauge, your measurements are thirty-three, twenty-two, thirty-two…the type of girl who really slims down in her clothes. Or were you going to ask for heroic tales of my middle school exploits? Well, there was the time I had hundreds of henchmen…”
Anri ignored Masaomi’s fond reflection and raised the question she’d been mulling over.
“What did you mean when you said you wanted to be a pimp?”
“Whuh?”
“What kind of job is a pimp?”
It wasn’t sarcastic, but a straightforward question from an innocent girl who was ignorant of the seedier side of adult society. Faced with a curious gaze from behind her glasses, Masaomi had no answer for a moment.
As he grasped for words, Anri looked up at the evening sky and murmured quietly, “You’re so lucky though, Kida. Already got your future and life planned out.”
“Er, well, actually—”
“I don’t even know what I’m doing with my life right now, much less my future…”
She turned to look at him with a note of sadness in her eyes, then noticed a figure standing at the front gate of the school. The boy had noticed them as well, and he waved to Anri and Masaomi with a big smile on his face.
Masaomi raised a hand back and muttered in a voice only loud enough for Anri to hear, “Speak of the devil, it’s the wimp without the guts to ask a girl out.”
Anri felt her cheeks blush just a little bit, but she didn’t respond.
There was nothing else she could do at that moment.
There were already stars sparkling in the sky, an all too faint layer of glitter next to the brightness of the city lights.
Under that winter sky, Anri walked alone through Ikebukuro.
After they met up with Mikado, the three went shopping at the Parco department store on the way back from school, and then she left the two boys to continue her trip home.
Anri looked around idly as she walked the street to Sunshine City. It was essentially the same Ikebukuro as ever, people passing wrapped up in their own thoughts, approaching and leaving.
But it was only “essentially” the same, because there was something just slightly off.
Yellow.
It seemed that many of the young people walking about the town were wearing yellow bandannas.
What could that be about?
Anri found it odd but didn’t give it any more thought than that as she headed straight for home.
Off the main road, she headed into a narrow alley in the direction of her cheap apartment. Despite being barely half a mile from the shopping district, this might as well have been a different world altogether. There were no passing crowds. The streetlights cast lonely colors on the empty alleys.
At first, the trip from the train station to this point was such a drastic shift that she felt like her heart was shriveling up, but after a year, the loneliness of the trip became familiar to her.
As she headed down the empty path, Anri thought about what Masaomi said as they split up.
“You know…you really should be careful, Anri.”
“?”
“I’m talking about Nasujima. Most of the rumors are just that, but it’s true that he’s put the moves on his students.”
“…!”
She held her breath in shock at this sudden pronouncement. Masaomi was not the type to lie or joke about this topic. She’d imagined the story might be true, but learning its veracity put a suffocating clamp over her mind.
“There was an older student, a second-year named Haruna Niekawa. She transferred out in the middle of the second semester, but it was apparently because her relationship with Nasujima was about to be exposed. Either the school didn’t want the scandal and forced her to go, Nasujima threatened her himself, or Niekawa decided to transfer on her own accord.”
“…”
If Niekawa transferred out in the middle of the second semester, then that was the same time Nasujima started putting the moves on Anri. That confluence of details gave Masaomi’s statement weight in her mind.
“Just be careful. And if anything happens, Mikado and I will do something about it. Right, Mikado?”
Mikado hadn’t been paying attention. He blinked in surprise as the conversation suddenly focused on him.
“Um…I don’t know what you’re talking about, but if it’s within my ability, I’ll be there.”
“Tsk-tsk-tsk. Don’t be an idiot, Mikado. In this situation, you’re not a real man unless you say, ‘Even if it’s beyond my ability, I’ll accomplish it with the power of love’!”
“That’s a contradiction.”
“Ha-ha-ha! Well, you don’t know what you can or can’t do until you observe it for yourself… I call this rule ‘Schrödinger’s Mikado.’ What that means is that I’ll lock you inside a box and pump poison gas into it, thus testing whether you can resist it or not with the power of love. But in fact, I’ll just be doing that to get rid of you so Anri can be my girlfriend. Is that cool?”
Anri smiled and nodded, glad to see Masaomi back to his usual goofy self.
“Yes… Thanks, both of you.”
Anri tried to get her emotions in order as she walked the lonely route home.
She liked Mikado Ryuugamine.
She understood this fact.
But she also liked Masaomi Kida, and she even still liked Mika Harima.
It’s the same. My love for Ryuugamine is the same as for Kida and Mika.
Which told her that it probably wasn’t a romantic feeling. It must be still in the realm of a love for a friend.
If Mikado told her that he loved her in a romantic way, she probably wouldn’t be able to accept or reciprocate that. She could tell that somewhere in her heart, she would feel that she was cheating on him with Masaomi, and the guilt of that knowledge would be too much to bear.
It would be so much easier if she could just love either Mikado or Masaomi.
But she couldn’t really tell the difference between friendship and romance, and even if she had the option of choosing to love them, that was different from being able to choose one of them.
It felt like choosing one of them would mean destroying what they had going now.
Even here, in this happy place, she was unable to find her proper standing.
As if to underscore this, she remembered the upperclassman Masaomi had mentioned just minutes earlier.
Haruna Niekawa.
While she knew the girl had ended up transferring, what was the truth behind that decision?
Was she able to find her place in the world?
Even if it ended up in disaster, had she felt true love for Nasujima at the time? Or had their entire relationship been the product of coercion?
No amount of imagination would provide an answer. Anri stopped at the side of the road and heaved a sigh.
The next instant, a light shock ran through her back, and Anri lost her balance, falling to the ground.
She turned around, baffled at what had happened to her, only to see a familiar face.
“Haw-haw! She fell on her face.”
“It was just a little love tap, and she fell right on her face.”
“You really are a sick little worm.”
Three girls wearing the Raira Academy uniform stood in the glow of the streetlight. It was the trio that had it out for her, the ones Mikado called the “old-fashioned manga bullies.”
“…”
Anri stared up at them, but there was no fear or anger in her eyes. She was simply watching them emotionlessly, waiting to see how they would act next.
The trio did not appreciate this. One of them put a foot on Anri’s shoulder as she rose, knocking her over backward.
“First, you suck up to Mika, then Ryuugamine and Kida, and now you’re cozying up to Nasujima?”
“When are you going to stop selling your body to get ahead, you dirty slut?”
“It’s like you can’t survive unless you’re leeching off of someone else.”
Despite the cascade of insults, it was all Anri could do just to stare back at the girls. She understood their meaning.
It was true that she’d been dependent on Mika Harima before this, and she had no means or intention of arguing that point. Perhaps it seemed like the same thing with Mikado and Masaomi, and even in that case she was still searching for where she belonged.
The case of Nasujima was where they were completely wrong, but nothing she could say to the girls in this situation would convince them. In fact, whether or not they were convinced by her answer was beside the point to them.
As they barraged her with jeers, Anri felt an illusion that she was actually something from another world, watching all of this happen to her from afar. Perhaps it was a kind of self-defense.
“What are you spacing out for?”
“You live around here, don’t you? Show us the way.”
“It’s time for a little home inspection.”
Anri viewed the world from her eyes as events happening within a picture frame. The girls’ voices seemed to be coming from the painting within the frame.
Until middle school, Mika was in front of the frame, and she glared back at it to keep the painting from talking.
When the picture frame appeared this spring, Mikado came through the frame to stand on this side.
When Nasujima’s attention started, it just meant that the picture of Nasujima slid in front of the picture of the bullies, nothing more.
But nobody was going to save her now.
It was better not to resist in this spot. Nothing good would come from fighting back with force.
Yes, nothing good at all…
Just when Anri gave in and decided to sit through the situation, the world within the picture frame went abnormal.
The girls in the painting were moving their mouths.
Behind them, a black shadow squirmed.
As Anri looked into the shadow’s eyes, she absentmindedly held her breath.
Huh? What?
A human figure appeared beneath the streetlight. It was behind the girls, so the face and clothes were indistinct. But the general air it carried told her that this was a man. And most striking of all…
The man’s eyes were red, so red.
“Why don’t you say some…”
One of the girls stopped mid-sentence, and the black suddenly spread in Anri’s picture frame.
The liquid that she’d assumed was black took on a reddish hue in the streetlight as it sprayed around the area.
The world was dyed red.
The sound of screaming.
The sound of screaming.
Blood on the gray asphalt still just looked black.
Only for the moment that it flew in the air did she remember the drops were blood.
The sound of screaming.
The sound of screaming.
The screaming eventually reached Anri’s ears as an actual voice.
The figure disappeared at once, leaving one screaming and wailing girl and her two friends paralyzed with fright on the ground.
The scene was so unreal that it somehow brought Anri back to reality.
Why? Why is this happening?
Anri was surprised to find that she was quite calm as she sat on the asphalt, watching the scene impassively. Not because she was helpless to do anything, but because she didn’t know what to do.
What—what do I do?
Should she cry?
Should she scream?
Should she rage?
Or should she laugh that they’d gotten what they deserved?
What was she to the girl who’d just been slashed?
An enemy or a friend?
A stranger or an acquaintance?
Even here in this situation, Anri couldn’t tell exactly where she stood.
She got to her feet on the asphalt, the action devoid of meaning.
In the midst of blood and screams, the only thing Anri Sonohara could do was stand.
Chat room
«Hey, did you hear? A student at Raira Academy finally got hit by the slasher!»
What? Are you serious?
[It’s violent out there.]
«Deadly dead serious! A first-year girl!»
Sorry, I’ve got to make a call. BRB.
<Private Mode> «Don’t worry, it wasn’t your girlfriend.»
<Private Mode> Oh…thanks. But I’m still worried about her, so…
[Hmm. Do you know where it happened?]
«Well, it was a little ways away from Zoshigaya Station in south Ikebukuro.»
«I’m sure you can find it from all the cop cars still hanging around the area.»
[I see… Uh, sorry, I’ve got to drop out for a bit.]
«Eww! Setton, are you going to find the spot and gawk?]
[No, nothing like that.]
[See you later.]
—SETTON HAS LEFT THE CHAT—
«Argh, no fun!»
Sorry, I’ve got to head out, too.
«Oh? Were you able to reach her phone?»
She’s with the police now or something… Apparently she saw it happen…
So I’m going over there.
«Really?!»
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«Then, I suppose we can’t meet up today.»
«Oops, already gone.»
«Guess I’ll pop out, too, then.»
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«Oh?»
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«Ugh, it’s that troll that was here yesterday! Don’t you make trouble again! Harrumph!»
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«How did you even find the address for this chat room anyway?»
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«You’ve been trolling other Ikebukuro-related chat boards, haven’t you?»
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«Take that!»
«There, I banned ’em. Tee-hee. »
«Well, that’s a relief. So long!»
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|want, love|
|want to, love|
|want to love, strong, human|
|human, strong, who, ask|
|ask, who, strong|
|ikebukuro|
|wish, me, mother, mother|
|mothermothermothermothermothermothermothermothermothermother
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—SAIKA HAS LEFT THE CHAT—
—THE CHAT ROOM IS CURRENTLY EMPTY—
—THE CHAT ROOM IS CURRENTLY EMPTY—
—THE CHAT ROOM IS CURRENTLY EMPTY—
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