After Seiji finished eating the desserts and drinking tea, it was time for the main topic of conversation.
"Approximately two weeks ago, in our group’s territory, something strange occurred," Michirou Juumonji began to calmly narrate a story to Seiji, "somebody... froze to death."
"Froze to death?" Seiji furrowed his eyebrows.
It was currently late autumn, so two weeks ago would count as mid-late autumn. The temperature at that time meant that it impossible for someone to freeze to death.
The only exception Seiji could think of was if the person was homeless and in a truly terrible situation. This, in combination with absolutely awful weather, and the person in question coincidentally possessing a weak constitution... But, even so, it still seemed uncanny.
"Yes, he froze to death in a corner of the street." Michirou clapped his hands three times as he spoke.
