SAME TIME, AN ABANDONED FACTORY IN TOKYO
The abandoned factory turned even eerier as the night drew close.
For some reason its electricity supply still worked; naked bulbs only barely illuminated the rusty insides of the factory.
"......What's the matter, Mikado-sempai. You have something to tell me in a place like this?"
Kuronuma Aoba spoke to Ryuugamine Mikado, who stood there in his day clothes.
He was twirling a ballpoint pen in his right hand, tapping the steel drum next to him with it every now and then.
Aoba was still surrounded like he was during the day by Blue Square members - and, whether out of coincidence or not, in the same formation they had stood before.
Only this time, ...................
The abandoned factory turned even eerier as the night drew close.
For some reason its electricity supply still worked; naked bulbs only barely illuminated the rusty insides of the factory.
"......What's the matter, Mikado-sempai. You have something to tell me in a place like this?"
Kuronuma Aoba spoke to Ryuugamine Mikado, who stood there in his day clothes.
He was twirling a ballpoint pen in his right hand, tapping the steel drum next to him with it every now and then.
Aoba was still surrounded like he was during the day by Blue Square members - and, whether out of coincidence or not, in the same formation they had stood before.
Only this time, ...................
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