existence, though, it was an abandoned ruin through and through, so all this is second-hand info. Danger. Private Property. No Trespassing. Despite a plethora of such signs and the Safety First fence surrounding it, access is as good as unrestricted thanks to all the gaps. In these ruins─lives Oshino. He’s taken up residence, without permission. For an entire month now, starting during spring break. “God, my bottom hurts. It’s numb. And my skirt got wrinkled,” Senjogahara said. “Not my fault.” “Stop trying to talk your way out of this, or I’ll lop it off.” “Which body part?!” “This is my first time riding on a bicycle with someone else. Can’t you be a little more generous?” Wasn’t generosity hostile behavior for her? Everything this girl said and did was beyond the pale. “So, how exactly might I have tried?” I asked. “Well, as a small suggestion, couldn’t you have given me your bag to use as a cushion?” “Do you not give a crap about anyone other than yourself?”