Satoru reluctantly nodded her head.
Woosh——
The tip of the red crayon, once again stretched out a sloppy line that extended up the wall and hit the top light switch.
Following the bright light cast down, Satoru looked around more calmly than the last time.
It seemed she was now in a study.
On one side of the study, a large LCD TV was hung on the wall, with PS, Xbox, and NS game consoles neatly lined up below it.
Also, next to the TV, there was a whiteboard.
It had writing on it, the handwriting wasn't neat, rather casual, but still vigorous—iron hooks on silver strokes—
[Moved to a new house, this room is for you. I bought all the game consoles you wanted. Also, Mary has been doing well.]
[Left by Kamiyagawa.]
"What on earth..." Satoru let out a huge sigh of relief.
So it was just a move, that Kamiyagawa guy was perfectly fine after all.
I can't believe I actually got scared! That bastard!
