A heavy sigh escaped from my lips as I impatiently tapped my finger on the wooden table of one of the administrative staff in our apartment building. It had been more than thirty minutes since Takuma and I arrived at their office and handed our request letter regarding the copies of CCTV footage in my apartment’s floor building.
They said that copying the footage might take more than an hour, so I was just silently sitting in front of their staff’s desk, who was accommodating our request. Takuma, on the other hand, went to the security’s room, together with another staff, to ask him about the exact footage that he needed.
At that time, I still had more than three hours before five o’clock, but I could not help feeling uneasy and impatient. I was worried that I might not make it in
