"Excuse me..."
Miki Kashiwagi's front door was ajar, and a heavy, oppressive aura was faintly leaking out like escaping gas. The weather was fine, with clear skies, a light breeze, and bright stars; if one were to find a vantage point at this moment, it would even be possible to see the setting sun—leaving only a trailing scar on the horizon—and the full moon glowing simultaneously at opposite ends of the sky.
Yet despite such fine weather, with the lingering heat of summer still in the air, Soyo could only feel cold sweat pouring down her back—and she was still standing at the threshold.
Chapter 145