I usually have to gesture and stutter for ages when talking to Daddy Kamiya!
"I've rested enough." At that moment, Kamiyagawa glanced at his phone's time, closed his copy of "Konjaku Monogatarishū," "After finishing with mental work, it's time for some physical activity, all hands on deck."
...
Strange Tale World.
The Living Fish Inn.
Hiramoto Kazuto opened his eyes in a corridor somewhere.
The damp carpet was giving off a foul smell, and the mottled wine-red wallpaper was maddening.
The ceiling lights flickered, continuously emitting a steady yet abrupt buzzing noise.
Where is this?
Why am I here?
His memory halted at the moment he and a few friends arrived at the Grande Hotel.
Then...
Then, where did his friends go?
What happened?
Hiramoto couldn't remember.
He just felt an earnest confusion, and his head was aching, with ringing in his ears, the buzzing in his brain mingling with the corridor's lighting, tangling together like an inextricable ball of wool.
