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It was late and she was just ready to go to bed when she received that call. The screen blinked, vibrating in silence for some seconds.Â
âKanjiâs mother?â the detective felt a sting of concern in her chest that only got more painful when she picked the phone up and heard the old womanâs tremulous voice.
Kanji disappearing for days was something his mother was used to before they meet senpai. The detective wouldnât have been surprised to hear that if she wasnât aware of the boyâs intentions of mending his attitude. She could easily understand why his mother was so unsettled.
... What could have happened...? Naoto instinctively stared at the TV, holding her breath. That couldnât be possible... it was all over... The old woman was still gabbling, but the detective couldnât say a word until the clock passed midnight. No Midnight Channel. She let out a deep sight and tried to clam Kanjiâs mother down.
Once eliminated that theory... Naoto was finally able to hung up. Rushing to her closet, she dressed up as fast as she could, analyzing all the information she had to ascertain Kanjiâs whereabouts.
Did his mother try phoning him? It was worth giving it a try. She marked his number and waited, holding the mobile pressing it against her shoulder as she put her jacket on.










