"Shuiichi?" Shiori Minamino called and hung her keys up. "Shuiichi? Tadaima!"
There was no answer.
"Where could he be at this hour?" she asked herself, suddenly feeling worried.
There was no note and his bookbag was still in his room when she went upstairs to see if he were sleeping early.
"Shuiichi?" she called again.
"Shuiichi?" the empty house echoed back.
Shiori stood in the frame of her only son's room and stared out at the full moon visible through the window. Her hands were suddenly cold. Perhaps it was mother's intuition. She knew something was wrong.
"Shuichi...."
...to be continued...