—you two were running. running as fast as you could. running from the police. you had just accompanied him to stealing back Yokomizo’s last page to his last novel before the authorities could examine it and place it in a museum where it wouldn’t have belonged.

you both had finally turned a corner to an alleyway, pressing yourselves flat against the wall. and thanks to Mushitaro’s ability, the police had lost their targets.

“i think we’re safe now..“ he spoke softly, catching his breath.