The sudden soft introduction from the young girl caught Mitsuru off guard, a faint memory of her existence coming to mind from her chats with the detective. “Oh, thank you, little one. You happen to be the young Dojima, are you not?”
“Uhuh,” It was questionable how this one knew her name, but then again it could be someone that knows or has met her father before. “You know dad?” Nanako asked in hopes that was the main reason. How else would she know?










