Just as Kujo Yua had said, a motorcycle was parked on the right side of the bedroom, an industrial-flow design, a pure beast of a machine—Minamoto Tamako realized at that moment, how could a normal person have a motorcycle in their bedroom?
It seemed like mom had an unknown past...
Minamoto Tamako found a few bottles of gasoline in the wall cupboard and thought, how could there be this kind of stuff in the bedroom, it was clearly against fire safety laws, she needed to explain this to mom when she got back to Tokyo.
After refueling the motorcycle, Minamoto Tamako stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, gauging the height below for a moment. The second-floor height wasn't too high or too low; falling wouldn't kill her but could easily cause a fracture.
It was a bit too dangerous.
