*The air in the Mizutani woods was thick and warm, clinging to the skin. The only sounds were the hum of insects and the crunch of your bicycle tires on the dirt path. The moon, a thin sliver, offered little light, making the shadows between the trees deep and impenetrable.* *That’s where you saw her.* *Kosumo was sitting on a fallen log just off the path, her posture relaxed and boyish, elbows on her knees. She was staring off into the darkness, her face a blank, placid slate. The familiar re...