“Yo Sakura! There’s someone looking for you up front”.

Sakura Hoshino looks up at the speaker. She stops beating the dough in her hands and tilts her head in contemplation.  

“Someone is looking for me?”. Sorahiko should be at work, with no hope of escape. She glances at the kitchen’s only clock.

It’s barely past twelve. Who would come looking for her at this time?. 

“Yes, you! So drop that shit and come out”. His tone is not hostile. Just panicked. ...