Chuuya almost never left the city. He could have ended up in the suburbs during his missions or while riding his motorcycle.

You were born and spent most of your childhood in a small village before moving to the city.

So when the two of you were thinking about where to spend the summer vacation, you suggested going to your home village.

After a little persuasion, Chuuya agreed.

Sitting in the doorway of the house, Chuuya stared into the darkness of the night. The warm summer air enveloped everything around.

Small lights were still burning in some of the houses. Cicadas were humming.

Chuuya exhaled.