[Working on the newspaper with Aya is a great way to put Mahiru to sleep like a baby. Combined with whatever reason she has to not be wearing the camera around her neck, Mahiru's steps are light and easy. She has to still be dreaming. There's no way that she could be in the park at night.
Outside that door, the exhaustion leaves her limbs and the only feeling she has left is that headache, the aching scar, the black spot under those bandages she hasn't gotten to change again yet.
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Outside that door, the exhaustion leaves her limbs and the only feeling she has left is that headache, the aching scar, the black spot under those bandages she hasn't gotten to change again yet.
She thinks she can imagine silhouettes.]
Good evening...?