"... Huh?" The girl blinked, her eyes wide with confusion and surprise.
Hajime's gaze shifted toward the futon where the girl lay. The scent of roses and chrysanthemums wafted into his nose. But didn't last long, because it was disturbed by the metallic sting of blood still clinging to his clothes.
What is this place? How did I even get here? He thought, his eyes narrowing slightly, slowly raising a hand and covering his nose.
The girl kept staring at him, her face twisted in surprise. It was as if her mind had been playing games with her, and from the looks of things, she started to think it was all a waking dream.
She took a step back, not out of fear, but disbelief. Hajime turned toward her, his eyes meeting hers, puzzled by a strange look on her face.
Who's she? Was she the one who brought me here?
He darted his eyes to the wall and finally back at the girl.
No. That can't be the case, she looks too weak to have brought me here... The who could it have been?
