seemed she wasn’t sure of the answer herself. “There’s no rush,” Kousaka said with concern for her. “I’ll wait until you’re better.” Kousaka nervously sat down about 50 centimeters away from Sanagi. Truthfully, he wanted to leave this damp and stagnant place as soon as possible, but he thought it would be too cruel to rush her right now. A good hour passed, and Sanagi finally got up. Kousaka stood up after her, and she modestly grabbed the sleeve of his coat. He was able to bear that level of indirect contact. The two began to walk. Suddenly, Kousaka realized the headphones Sanagi always wore were nowhere to be found. Maybe that was what made her look so defenseless today. For a while after arriving at the apartment, Sanagi held her knees on the bed. Kousaka tried asking if she wanted something warm to drink, but she didn’t respond. Soon the sun started to set, so he went to turn on the lights, but Sanagi said “Don’t turn on the lights.” He withdrew his arm. Nearly an hour passed after that. The sun fully set, so the room was pitch black except for the unpleasantly bright computer and router lights. Sanagi stood up with no previous notice and flipped the lightswitch. The pale artificial light lit every corner of the room, and everything’s shape became clear. Then she went