N. Ken.
That name kept sending chills on my spine the longer I stared at it and it made my body paralyzed on my spot. I reacted that way, maybe because somehow, those initials reminded me of someone’s name, as their names sounded the same. I kept my gaze on the phone with my hand turned into a fist, fighting the urge to reach for the phone and answer that call so I could find out the truth. There’s no way that it’s Nishimoto, right? I frighteningly thought to myself. I could not find it in me to believe it because Risa loathed Nishimoto all her life, so why would she have contact with him?
My heart pounded hard against my chest, and I felt sweat form on my back despite the cold weather. I did not really know why I would assume that it was Nishimoto, but…there was something in me th
