There was a long blank. As he was starting to question if Sanagi’s phone was malfunctioning, she finally spoke. “I’m under Sagae Bridge.” Kousaka searched his memories. He felt like one of the bridges over the river which separated the residential area his apartment was in and the central part of town was named that. “And?”, he asked. “Come meet me.” Maybe it was just because it was over the phone, but her voice seemed weak, without the usual thorniness. “…Sorry, but I can’t deal with the outside.” “I know. But I want you to come.” “Please,” Sanagi appended. Kousaka wondered if this was actually Hijiri Sanagi he was talking with. He couldn’t believe that girl would be this modest. “Got it,” he casually affirmed. He didn’t get the situation, but he could tell it was pressing. “I’ll head right there. I think I’ll be there in thirty minutes.” “…Thank you,” Sanagi said in a wispy voice. After hanging up, Kousaka donned a face mask and latex gloves, checked that he had his anti-bacterial goods in his