Hatsumi Kurea -

But the sound filled the room. It was a physical pressure. It pushed the dust motes into corners. It vibrated through the floorboards.

Kurea closed her eyes. She waited. She waited for the moment the melody threatened to drift away entirely. hatsumi kurea

Kurea stood up, swinging her bag over her shoulder. She paused at the door, looking back. The girl was bathed in the yellow light of the streetlamp, looking hopeful. But the sound filled the room