It was only three in the afternoon when Al left school.
But instead of heading straight home, he decided to drop by Indra's place first—a spontaneous decision fueled by a strange gut feeling.
When he arrived, he found his friend already dressed and looking ready to head out somewhere.
"Going somewhere?" Al asked, pulling down the hood of his jacket.
Indra gave a small smile.
"I'm heading to the fish market to help my dad. Business has been booming since the partnership with Nipponia. My dad's still short on manpower, so I need to lend a hand."
"Oh yeah? In that case, I'm coming with you."
"Hmph... Alright, let's go."
They set out together.
On the way, Al glanced up at the sky, which had started to cool even though it was still bright. There was something off in the air.
Not quite a bad feeling—just... unfinished. Like the day wasn't done with him yet. Maybe it was just the lack of sleep.
