Shindai Kanari paused for a moment before lightly responding, "...Hmm."
A hint of sadness appeared on her small face:
"I should...have died a long time ago."
Yes, she had died a long time ago. That was an established fact.
Beichuan Si nodded, "Now that you understand your situation, it will be easier to discuss what comes next. Kanari, do you remember why you died?"
"...I forgot," Shindai Kanari shook her head.
"Why have you been standing with a song card at the entrance of this abandoned longhouse?"
Beichuan Si asked again.
"...Forgot," Shindai Kanari stared at the shadow of Beichuan Si without looking up to meet his eyes.
Her voice had unknowingly become very faint.
"Forgotten, huh..." Beichuan Si murmured thoughtfully.
Under his gaze of dead air, Shindai Kanari carried a heavy obsession.
And it was this obsession that trapped her in this longhouse, unable to break free.
