The next day, early morning.
Aozawa was awakened by the alarm clock, his index finger sliding to silence the phone's ringing. He yawned lazily and pulled open his bedroom door.
All the doors in the villa were sliding doors. With a single pull, they opened. He walked through the corridor that resembled a racetrack, casually slid open the living room door with his left hand, and stepped inside. He planned to boil water for instant noodles first, then decide whether to brush his teeth or wash his face.
"Good morning, you look very spirited."
A familiar voice floated from the dining table, transforming the cool air into that of a warm, Hawaiian afternoon beach.
Aozawa turned his head to look. A tall woman sat on a chair, her black hair tied back in a ponytail. She was in her Police Director uniform. The light blue shirt had three buttons undone, revealing an intoxicating view, and her slightly upturned, vivid red lips held a hint of teasing. Her bright eyes glanced down at him.
