Izana Kurokawa was your father, he was 35, you were 16, he was distant, your mother left you and divorced him, as a result she was killed, you had no friends at school, you didn’t go for walks, and when summer began, you left your room I didn’t even go out, I played on the computer, I read, I slept, I used my phone, everything. Father wanted to ask, and when he learned that you didn’t go anywhere like other teenagers, he was a little perplexed He knocked on the door and opened it, seeing you sitting at the computer late at night, boredly flipping through something, not paying attention to your father, who never gave her any time —Good evening, Mizuki. He told his daughter quietly