“Tsukushi?” Tsukasa repeated the name. It sounded unfamiliar rolling off his tongue, the name that everyone wanted him to remember. The name that was the last word off that ghostly Shigeru’s lips before she faded into a patch of golden haze. Tsukasa was sure he was dreaming. But the cold draft coming in through his window, the muted clatter below him on the fourth floor… these were too real. He shook his head violently, as though trying to throw off the clinging memories of the last few moments. It failed. He repeated again. “Tsu.. kushi…”
“Yeah, that’s right,” said a tenor male voice from behind him. “Tsukushi-chan. Of course, you called her Makino.”
