false empathy | iv

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When it was time to go, he quietly gathered up his belongings and walked out the front door.

Outside, the rain had already turned into a slight drizzle.

He took out the retractable umbrella from his backpack and unfolded it.

For a second, he stared at the ripples on the pavement.

There was a low buzz in his ear.

He sighed quietly.



Behind him, someone tapped on his shoulder.

He turned around, startled.

Then, he blinked.



It was Hashimoto Rie.





He frowned.

She grinned.




"May I walk with you?" she asked.

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