The night dawned.
The door to Ichiro's room opened, and cheerful Azura appeared with her nails polished.
She was about to start undressing, but then she saw a dark-clothed figure in the room.
She was about to scream at first, but then she noticed that the one wearing the dark clothes was Ichiro!
''What are you wearing?'' Azura scanned him from head to toe.
''I will go out for a moment.'' Ichiro replied and fixed his collar, ''I will return next morning.''
''Where are you going?'' She asked with visible worry on her face and was about to ask if she could come with him.
But, Ichiro managed to speak first, ''Something I have to do by myself. Nothing dangerous.''
''Oh.'' Azura nodded thoughtfully and watched as Ichiro opened his notebook and wrote something down.
She sat down on the bed and touched the soft texture of the blanket, which was still warm from the last night.
