Today's weather is quite nice, the snow has cleared.
The winter sunlight falls on our bodies, offering a hint of warmth.
Unmelted fine snow adorns the deserted streets of Wakasa Bay, giving everything around a perfect tinge of pale silver-white. Complementing this enchanting scenery is the beautiful young girl in front of us.
Due to walking side by side, Kamiyagawa's view consists of Onizuka's profile.
The elegantly styled black camelhair coat and the flowing long hair softly sway with her steps.
Between the raven-black strands, her fair, delicate earlobes peek through, dainty and charming.
"Agawa, what's wrong?"
Noticeably catching Kamiyagawa's gaze, Onizuka turns her face and steadily asks while looking into his eyes.
"Nothing."
Kamiyagawa shakes his head.
He feels that the pulse on his wrist seems to throb a bit more intensely.
This feeling of a heartbeat is not his own pulse, but is transmitted from the other end of the invisible Red Rope tied around his wrist.
