Tengen stepped forward while the girls stayed behind him. If anyone was going to confront Kira, it had to be him; Sumire and the others didn't really know her like that, and the Alberlines had completely forgotten her because of their memory loss. So it was up to Tengen.
The corridor air was cold and a little stale, that school-cleaner citrus tang still clinging to the waxed floors. Fluorescent lights hummed overhead. Somewhere, a printer stuttered. Tengen swallowed. His palms were sweating.
"H-hey, Kira, what brings you here, haha?" he said, letting out a little chuckle. But Kira could tell from the instant he spoke that he was nervous.
Her face was flat as she spoke, her voice level, the words clipped clean: "Well… I'm here to hand in my paperwork to play as the antagonist…"
