“You are fidgeting Sorahiko”. Miyamura snaps, sitting across from me in Takahashi’s office. We’re the only ones here, Takahashi stepped out to do something, and Saeko is nowhere to be seen.

“I’m sorry Sir”. We haven’t been speaking much, or rather, we haven’t been speaking at all. Everything feels stale. Like I’ve been chewing on bread, and mid-bite, I just discovered it has mold.

He kindly drops me off at home and leaves, and I don’t see him until the next morning. If ...