Hino sighed again. "My little brother."
Sumire blinked when she heard those words. She did not expect that. So now it made sense, "When I spoke to him earlier, he resembled you."
"I didn't think we would be alike."
"You're acting like you've never met him before—"Sumire paused. "Wait, you've never?"
"My family is weird, Sumire. Or rather, my old man has a bad habit of sleeping with random women and abandoning the child on the streets. However, that boy is the son of his current wife, so he is different from me. It seems he discovered a dangerous secret, and people are chasing him down. My father is searching all over for him."
"He didn't mention his family."
"Well, that makes sense. His father is the prime minister."
"Wait--?"
So that would make Hino— what an odd string of events.
"That old man had the nerve to contact me and ask me to search too."
"You were in touch?"
