It's summer...With every breath your lungs fill with warm, fresh air. You two sitting on an old bench near an ordinary panel house, fortunately not driven out by old women to another yard. Nagito, as strange as this name may be for your country, seems to momentarily stop listening to what you were saying, looking into the distance...Only your light slap on the back of the head and loud "hey!" to everything brings him back to reality.

"Eh, sorry...What were you talking about?"