"You don't know?" Haruto asked with wide eyes.
"How come you don't know when you were the one who hid it?"
June sighed as he leaned against the chair.
"I know it sounds ridiculous, but I believe I had forgotten where I hid it," June said, scratching the back of his head.
"I've been searching my mind for days, but nothing comes to mind."
Haruto shook his head. "Well, it was a traumatic past, so you might have unconsciously blocked that information."
June nodded, thankful that Haruto didn't pry further.
"That's why I came here," June said. "I believe you're the only person I could trust regarding this matter."
"Perhaps. Do you have any idea where I could find the briefcase?" June asked.
Haruto pursed his lips before sighing.
"I'm sorry—but I also don't have a clue. I believe I tried asking you multiple times about its whereabouts, but you never divulged any information."
