The evening glow gradually faded, and the neon city ushered in its own nightfall.
The girls on Shibuya Streets had already changed into tank tops and short shorts early on.
In the late April and early May nights, the temperature was still very low, a slight breeze blowing, making one wonder whether the exposed delicate skin of the girls could withstand the chill.
Haruka Yuzan stood at the door of the room, just about to knock, only to find that the door wasn't closed securely.
With a light touch of a finger, it naturally swung open.
The room was pitch-dark, but thanks to the dim light in the hallway and the moonlight from outside the window, Haruka Yuzan could barely make out the inside.
The room was clean and tidy, in fact no different from before the girl moved in.
The only change might be the lonely little backpack on the bedside.
Chiba Shimizu sat by the window, the breeze brushing through her silver strands.
