The content warning is in the footnotes 0 . ◇:*:◆:*:◇ Ever since mid-June, when the rains started, Yamada hasn't been hanging out with me as much. It all began about two weeks ago after the news reported that a gang leader had been shot. Events from another world, ones I used to dismiss with "Oh, it's the yakuza again, scary," have started to catch my attention. Yamada, who casually calls or emails me, gets irritated when I try to contact him when he's busy. As a result, we haven't been able to communicate much. That day, after school, I went to the library and studied until 8 in the evening. On days when I don't hang out with Yamada, I go to the library. The contrast between playing with yakuza and studying at the library amuses me. I can't imagine anyone else living such a dual life, which makes it even more interesting. But continuous studying can get a bit boring. After 8 PM, I left the library. Walking through the dark woods where raindrops ...