Mizuha was frantic. Some middle-aged man, a complete stranger, knew unsettling details about her private life. How? Why? She tore through the streets, desperate to find him. But, the man had vanished as if made of smoke, leaving only a trail of uneasy questions behind her.
The moment Mizuha disappeared around the corner, the very same man stepped in front of her house.
Her sister, Momo, welcomed the “friendly” stranger inside.
That’s when the mask slipped.
One moment she was offering tea, the next she was pinned down.
By the time he was done, Momo was completely turned into a different person. And the old man? He simply smiled, whispering, “Same time next week?”
