August 31, 12:15 PM.
At the takeaway, it was as crowded as a train carriage during rush hour.
Mikoto in the crowd looked tiredly at the ceiling.
(Summer, the crowd, the heat… Uu… The air conditioner is on, so why is it still so hot!?)
Looking at the unmoving line, Mikoto considered whether to change to another shop. But looking back, there was also a wall of people behind her. If she tried to go out now, she would also cause trouble for people.
Mikoto dryly laughed a few times. At that moment, someone pushed forcibly into the crowd from the back, amid the annoyance and displeasure of the people who moved aside like the tides parting.
Then, the crowd in front of her parted aside.
From the crowd, someone she was very familiar with fell onto the ground.
"Eh? Hey, why are you-?"
"Run!"
He cut off Mikoto's sentence.
Covered in sweat, his right hand, for some reason, was covered with bandages.
The boy with bloodshot eyes yelled crazily.