Upon waking up the next morning, Inoue Chizuru found the ropes binding her hands and feet had been untied. She quickly got up and darted about the house. Once she confirmed that those people had left, she ran to the foyer, picked up the landline phone, and was about to dial 110 to call the police. But the moment she got through, a hand pressed on the phone, hanging it up.
"Mom, what are you doing?" Inoue Chizuru looked at her mother in confusion, "Even though they didn't hurt us, they are bad people."
Her mother didn't say anything but pointed at Inoue Kotomi, who had just come downstairs. She was carrying a bulging mountaineering bag, half-zipped, revealing stacks of Japanese yen inside.
"Are we going to surrender this money too?" Seeing Chizuru fall silent, Kotomi knew it was fine, then pushed open the half-closed door and ran onto the street. Her right hand clutching a note.
"Cherish yourself and struggle to survive, from a person striving for life!"
