"Banpei, hang in there, we're taking you to the hospital right away!"
"What's going on, what the hell is happening!"
The couple hadn't even put their coats on properly, clutching their child as they ran down the street, completely ignoring Kamiyagawa standing outside their home.
Kamiya stood silently, watching them leave.
He had just stared with focused pupils at Asakawa Banpei, who was held in his father's arms.
The aura of death on the little boy was even denser now.
And when he saw him during the day, he had appeared plump and healthy.
But now, seeing him at night, he seemed to have lost some weight, his cheeks no longer as round as before.
It was as if the fat within his body had been drained by something.
"So, there's really no hope…"
...
The town hospital.
There was only one doctor on duty tonight.
He examined Asakawa Banpei for a while but couldn't figure out what was wrong with the child or what illness he had.
