What kind of person is Senjogahara?” “So that’s your move.” Hanekawa stopped scribbling out the list she had been making as we conversed (endlessly jotting down and erasing candidates since “haunted house” and “cafe”) and crossed her arms in thought. “Because her family name means ‘battlefield,’ it might make her seem fraught with danger at first, but she’s actually a problem-free model student. She’s smart, and she takes, say, her cleaning duty seriously.” “I’m sure. Even I can tell that much. I want to know something I can’t figure out on my own.” “But we’ve only been in the same class for about a month. I guess I really don’t know her. We had Golden Week off in there, too.” “Yeah, Golden Week.” “Hm? Did something happen then?” “Nope. Keep going.” “Ah…all right. Senjogahara doesn’t talk much─and it seems like she doesn’t have any friends. I’ve tried talking to her a number of times, but it’s like she’s put up these walls around her.” “……….” What could I say, Hanekawa lived up to her caring reputation. Of course, that was why I was asking her. “It’s─a tough case,” she said. In a grave tone. “Maybe it’s because of her illness. She was so much more cheerful and energetic in middle school.”