Just like Kagura Hikaru had guessed, Komori Ai was confined on the top level of the shrine.
Though called the top level, this shrine was after all just three stories high.
The entire third floor was one room, covered with tatami mats, with nothing but load-bearing pillars for separation.
As he ascended the stairs, Kagura Hikaru saw her.
Komori Ai hadn't gone to bed yet; she was curled up, her delicate little feet tucked beneath her, quietly sitting by the window, fiddling with something.
She was clad in a crimson kimono, her sleek black hair cascading down, revealing her pale side profile, which, under the bright moonlight, resembled Takenaka Koya—so exquisitely beautiful that it was beyond words.
But the origami cranes scattered around her feet added a childish touch to her image.
There were others in the corners, heaped up into small mountains.
So, what she was fiddling with... was indeed origami.
