The street lamps on both sides illuminated this deserted area.
A large lock had been added to the back gate of the park, sealing the exit.
Sakura Ayame was on the verge of tears, utterly dismayed. She had graduated from high school three years ago, yet she wore her slightly ill-fitting high school uniform that night.
The evening breeze wasn't cool; when it blew over her skin, a chill ran up her body from bottom to top, making her heart grow cold.
Looking at the deserted street outside the gate and the residential buildings enclosed by walls, even their lights were out.
Why does everyone go to bed so early? Sakura Ayame inwardly screamed. She turned to run in another direction, but suddenly her right calf cramped, sending a sharp pain shooting through her leg.
She had never been good at sports. A sudden sprint, a pause in the wind, and then another attempt to run—it was a surefire recipe for a cramp.
