“That man with you. Who’s that?” Nishimoto asked in a sharp and cold tone. His words were like daggers thrown at me, and it made me anxious and terrified.
Even though I could not see him, and I could only hear his voice on the phone, his face was on my mind. I could vividly see and imagine the kind of his face he was wearing at that time – cold eyes and furious expression – as if I was seeing him in front of me.
“…Um,” I mumbled as I tried to find the right words to respond, then my eyes unconsciously looked at Takuma, who was patiently waiting for me since I told him that I would come with him. He was meeting my gaze, but I immediately looked away. “It’s…it’s someone I knew in Tokyo. We met here.”
I knew and I was fully aware that there was no reason for me to answer his quest
