Fushimi Roku lay on the sofa watching TV for two hours, yawning three times, changing positions twelve times, grabbing a small plate of cakes from the fridge, and drinking water twice midway…
Minamoto Tamako was lying on the ground, curled up, her hair tuft swaying. After a while, her knees started to ache, and she staggered as she got up, both her legs numb.
She rolled up her pajama pants and saw her originally fair and tender knees had turned red.
Ugh, what am I doing?
How did I get so absorbed?
Minamoto Tamako finally snapped back to reality, hurriedly rummaging through her suitcase for her self-discipline assessment form, planning to take the test again, when suddenly Fushimi Roku's shout came from outside the room:
"I'm heading out!"
Minamoto Tamako quickly opened the room door, leaned out, and asked, "Where are you going again?"
"To the police station to report in." Fushimi Roku said as he returned to his room to pack his things.