January third wasn’t the happiest day.
Inbetween preparing for work, getting back to school and the usual 0048 rush, Iku was leaving. Maybe it was Melody again. Her graduation stage had been yesterday after all. Most of her stuff—clothes and similar alike—had been sent to her new home already, and it really was rather little she hadn’t to take care of.
“I can’t believe this...” she muttered to herself, rising to meet her brother, on Akibastar for work, on eyelevel.