(Going Back to Okami's previous story (basically, this is his perspective))
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I hung up the call and placed my phone on the bed. Ryoshi's mother, Mrs. Aika, continued crying until the last beeping sounds of our conversation. Her weeping voice told me everything I needed to know.
I must save my best friend, Ryoshi, from that game.
I scurried down the stairs and met with Himari, munching the spare cookies inside her mouth. She was carrying the limited edition cookie box I bought last year ago with her notebooks clipped on the other. My sister planned on studying for the night, hoping she could pass her examinations with flying colours for tomorrow.
"Isn't that the deluxe cookie jar you are eating without daring to call me?" I asked.
Himari gave me a nod and nudged her way out of my view. Her hand pushed the container upward on the shelf, hoping I would forgive her if she did. I shook my head and carried on with the primary situation.
