With those words, Kanaru tugged on the red threads again. They didn't seem to get caught in anything. He pulled more and more, draping at least two meters of slack for Ushka's movements. However, they just extended from the ceiling. "Red threads are coming from the ceiling. I can see it because my eyes are a bit special. Could the culprit be staying upstairs?"
Clack! They heard something click like a latch being unlocked. The door leading outside then opened, and a head full of hair that obscured the owner's face poked from it. He smiled with cheeks faintly blushing. "…Kanaru, please let go of the threads. You're making Krima cry."
"…this is a curse?" Kanaru whispered what he first thought of. However, he tugged on the red threads again. "Can you ask her to release Ushka?"
