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"I don't know what Asai's plan is." I cross my arms. "But I might know someone who does."

"The clown I have in time-out."

"Hold on, Masami. Do we have time to waste with that clown?"
"I don't know, but I don't think fighting Asai now is going to solve anything. Look, the adults have already cut down a legion of them, and they keep standing back up."

"We need to do it quick. I'm not sure how longer Mom can hold out."

That part is true. If we don't squeeze out some answers, Mom might break down into a fit. She's already looking disturbed right now.
A part of me wants to grab her and go hide in the other world, and-

"Masami." Haruko nudges me. "Mom isn't a part of this fight, let's grab her if we go to the other world."
"Huh? I was just thinking the same thing."
"So it's a good idea! Let's do it!"

Before I can even say anything, she's jumped off the clocktower and made a beeline for Mom. I'm right behind her.

I want to listen what Asai is saying to her, but Haruko immediately evaporates him with her red mist. She must be angry.
"Uhh!? What? Haruko!?"

I grab Mom's hand and take out the house card. Mom is still extremely confused at my sudden appearance, but we can worry about that later!


"W- I don't understand, what are we doing!?"
"We're gonna hide here from Asai, then we're gonna find out how-"

We appear in the mansion with a jolt.

On the couch, there seems to be a pile of issues as high as I am. Next to it is a familiar girl with a silly hat and over-sized shorts. She sniffles as she rubs another tissue against her nose. Slowly, she looks in my direction.

"P-please let me go. I'm sorry. I don't want to be alone anymore. I just wanna go home. I didn't mean to cause you trouble. I want to go home."
She sniffles. "P-please, I'm sorry. I'll go away and never bother you again. Let me go home."

Uh oh.

Mom turns to me, puts her hands on her hips.
"What is this about?"

I may have done a very cruel thing.

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