( The one behind the door was a blond boy. )
( Masako sulkily looked away at these questions. )
( Ooh. Aren't these Rider cards? How nostalgic. )
( It has nothing to do with you. )
( -- What happened!? )
( Inside the closet? )
( Hirota and Naru glared at each other in the dining room. )
( -- Do you feel inclined to talk about what happened? )
( They all stared blankly at Hirota. )
( What are you even saying, Midori-san. Don't go along with these people, saying such strange things. )
( Hirota frowned after hearing that another medium would come. )
( Midori-san!? )
( That's it for me? So I only had to come here? )
( Excuse me, but could you come here for a moment? )
( Well? Takigawa said. )
( When the subject suddenly was brought up, Yasuhara straightened his back in a haste. )
( Hirota placed the tray roughly on top of the tatami mat and looked over the four people inside the room. )
( Good evening. )
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