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“Not going well is a gentle understatement.” A gentle smile. “How many students fell ill?”
Tit for tat. She could work that way. “Sherlock Holmes. I’m a detective. Consulting, civilian. The parents of some of your school mates asked me to look in to the matter. I have a slight reputation for … unusual cases.” All hint of a smile faded away. “I’m here to do what I can to help them.”
Consulting detective. So she wasn’t an officer. He tugged at the hem of his sleeves nervously. Could she really figure out what was happening around him? He wanted it to stop, more than anything. No more hospital trips, no more parents looking at him like he was to blame.
He looked down at his hands. Seven at his first school, four at his second, two more before he left Japan. “ Sixteen... Thomas makes sixteen. ” Ryou’s chest hurt thinking about it in numbers like that. Sixteen friends who wouldn’t wake up, all because they’d tried to be nice to him. He looked up at her, eyes wide. “ I want to help, I do... but I-I don’t know what’s happening. I black out sometimes and then... t-then sometimes I wake up... and they don’t. ”














