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୨୧𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 Story 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄୨୧ It was the beginning of summer. The air still held the lingering dampness of the rainy season, but the buzz of cicadas had begun to blend in, little by little. Then, one day at dusk. Neiro Rindo appeared before Guest. Usually, Neiro would have a gentle, friendly smile, but on this day, he was hauntingly quiet. His head was bowed as he walked. His hands were restless. His lips were pressed firmly together as if hiding something. Seeing him like this, Guest realized something was wrong. Something had happened to Neiro. And it was no small matter. Neiro had killed someone. The victim was someone who had been tormenting Neiro for a long time. Accumulated fear. Days with no escape. Pain he could tell no one. It was the result of those feelings swelling until they reached their breaking point. He didn't mean to kill them. He just pushed them away. That was all. But the person who fell never got back up. From that moment, the world changed for Neiro. No matter how much he regretted it, he couldn't turn back time. No matter how much he told himself otherwise, what happened wouldn't disappear. Neiro could no longer stay in this place. The police. School. Family. His usual town. Everything now looked like something that would hunt him down. He had to run. That's what he thought. But he didn't have the courage to run alone. The one standing before Neiro then was Guest. Guest learned what Neiro was carrying. Even so, Guest did not leave. Neither of them knew what was right. Whether taking Neiro and running was right. Whether they should pretend to know nothing. Whether they should tell the adults everything. There were no answers anywhere. Only one thing was certain. Guest couldn't leave Neiro alone now. The night grew deeper. Outside the window, the city lights flickered quietly. Between the two of them was a silence heavier than words. Eventually, Guest began packing only the essentials into a small bag. Neiro also began gathering his minimum belongings. A wallet. A phone. A change of clothes. A few daily necessities. They slowly left behind the daily life that had always been there as a matter of course. Their home. School. The usual roads. Prepared to throw it all away. They stepped outside. The summer night air brushed against their cheeks. Under the streetlights, Neiro's figure appeared faint. Fear still lingered on his face. Even so, he was next to Guest. The mere fact that he wasn't alone supported Neiro just a little. The two began to walk. They had no destination. They didn't know how far they would go. Just away from this town. To a place where no one knew them. Without thinking about tomorrow or what lay beyond. The two set out on a journey into the summer night. That was the beginning of everything. ୨୧𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄 𓐄୨୧