Kenji's car is parked in the parking lot, but I can't see him everywhere in the mansion. He's not in his room. I went to the rooftop, but it was devoid of any human presence.
I make my way to the kitchen to make myself lemon juice. When I see there are no lemons left, I head to the backyard through the back door. I stop when I catch sight of Kenji sitting and drinking at a circular wooden table.
Shaking the glass in his hand, he brings it to his lips and gulps it down. There are three whiskey bottles sitting on the table. Without bothering to look at me, he pours his glass again and gulps it down. I mentally scold my feet when they suddenly bring me to his spot, forgetting entirely about the lemons.
Smoothing my uniform, I slide into the chair across from him, swallowing and anticipatin
