Reika was curled over his bleeding hand, groaning and whimpering alternately while Naoki remained frozen, his body raised from the chair, just barely tilted forward, but venturing no further. He began to tremble, and he couldn’t decide if it was the strain in his locked muscles or a reaction to what he had just witnessed.
To all intents and purposes, Reika had seemed perfectly rational except for the nature of his claims, but now Naoki could see that his friend had gone over the deep end. He was completely insane. How was one supposed to deal with a crazy person who didn’t know they were crazy?
Or was it normal for a crazy person to think they were sane? If there was a way to tell apart the psychos, maybe Naoki wouldn’t be remembering a red-stained yukata and a woman who might have lamen
