By the time Kamiyagawa had finished dealing with the aftermath of the Dream Demon incident and, together with other exorcists, had cleaned up all the remaining Dream Demons in the Kanto Region, spring was just beginning.
He returned home for a long-overdue rest.
There was no need to visit the Countermeasures Office anymore, and the report on the incident had already been submitted. All that was left was to wait for the organization to issue his salary and contribute points.
That morning, Kamiya got up very early and sat alone in the living room.
The glass door leading to the small courtyard was half-open.
Outside, a light drizzle was falling like flaky butter, the wind chimes under the eaves swaying with the wind, ringing clearly as the rain slowly dripped down the hanging strings.
Kamiya sat cross-legged, staring absently at the rainy view of the courtyard.
