"Was he really alone that night?"
Matsumoto Kiyotaka stared intently at the young man in front of him, issuing a warning, "I advise you to tell the truth, Asuka. You've just graduated from school and you wouldn't want the villagers to look down on you, right? Speak, as long as you tell me, you can go home now."
Asuka lifted his head shakily, his legs trembling nonstop, his heart filled with immense fear, his eyes constantly drifting towards the recorder behind Matsumoto, trying to find some sense of security.
Having just graduated from high school, not even twenty years old, having never dealt with the police in his life, how had he suddenly found himself in a police station, interrogated personally by the chief?
This young man, who hadn't even completed two months since his graduation, was now drenched in cold sweat. He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but it was as though an invisible sponge blocked his throat, absorbing all the sounds he tried to make.