When I woke up, it was an unfamiliar room. In the dimly lit room, only the ticking of the clock could be heard. The curtains were drawn, so I couldn’t see what was outside.

And in the corner of the room sat a chair—Sakuma Rizuki was sitting there.

It was his usual sleepy voice. But there was something different about his expression. Rizuki slowly lifted his head and stared intently at you—as if he had been waiting for this very moment.