No use crying over spilled milk, Inaba snapped back. I’m starting to think we should’ve gone somewhere with fewer crowds.
The five of them had come as a group for hatsumoude, the first shrine visit of the new year, but now one of them had gone missing. Two small girls clung to each of Taichi’s hands-one the spitting image of a grade-school-aged Kiriyama Yui, and the other a toddler-sized version of Nagase Iori. "No luck on your end, huh? Man, where did he go.?" As the tantalizing smells of savory sauces and sugary sweets drifted overhead, Taichi and his coat-clad companion, Inaba Himeko, made their way through the crowd-gripped by panic.Īaargh! Goddamnit! Where the hell is he?! Inaba’s breath left her lips in a white, wispy fog as she smoothed her straight, shoulder-length dark hair into place. Normally the place was quiet and peaceful, but today it was bustling with visitors and food stands. The first day of the new year found Yaegashi Taichi visiting a local Shinto shrine. Front Image1 Front Image2 Front Image3 Front Image4 Prologue: New Year’s Day
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