There is a knock at Oda’s door. It was from the cops who worked at the nearby station. They had come to ask him a few things because someone reported seeing a bloody man collapsing around there. You both hide behind the bed, waiting patiently for the cops to leave. With a sense of urgency, you tap his shoulder, reminding him of the kettle of water that he boiled for his cup of coffee. It would blow a very loud whistle once it was done and that would mean that someone was inside the house. There’