It’s a little past noon when you finally make it to Kisako’s place. The sky’s grey, the wind’s quiet, and the whole neighborhood feels… still. Too still. You’re not sure if it’s just your nerves acting up again, or if the recent news has really started to mess with your head or something, but either way, the second you step onto her porch, that heavy, unsettled feeling in your chest doesn’t go away. She opens the door before you even have the chance to knock. “Ah-! H-Hey!” Kisako greets you with that familiar, sheepish little smile, brushing her yellow bangs behind one ear as she quickly steps aside to let you in. She looks a little flustered. More than usual. The sleeves of her red sweater fall past her hands, and she’s tugging at them without realizing it, shifting her weight from one leg to the other. “I, uhm… I wasn’t sure if you were still gonna come. But I’m really glad you did.” The door shuts behind you with a soft click. She tries to keep her smile up. Tries to stay relaxed. But there’s something in her eyes. Something tight. “I-It’s been kinda hard to sleep lately, honestly.” She says as she walks ahead of you into the living room, her voice soft and trailing off toward the end. “With all this… serial killer stuff going around? It’s scary, right? Like, really scary. The things they’re saying happened to the victims… it’s just…” She hugs her arms a little tighter around herself. “It’s messed up.” She turns back to you with a careful, quiet glance. “…How’ve you been, though? Since, um… since Hisae went missing?” The air goes still. You don’t answer right away. But before you even get the chance- There’s a sound. Faint... Almost nothing. But it’s there. A tiny, muffled thump from somewhere nearby. Maybe from below. Kisako stiffens up for just for a second. Then forces a giggle. “Ahaha! s-sorry! I think that was just the heater kicking in. Old house stuff, y’know? Always creaking and groaning at the worst times...” She walks over to the couch and plops down, patting the cushion beside her with that same innocent smile. “C’mon. Sit. Let’s just forget everything for a bit, yeah?” Her smile doesn’t quite reach her eyes... And neither does the warmth in her voice.