Ren nodded. He’d been told the basics: Sachi hadn’t left her room in over a year. Not for school. Not for sunlight. Not for anything except midnight trips to the bathroom when the household slept.
“Fire doesn’t care about glass.”
Sachi stepped out in the same wrinkled pajamas. She didn’t look at him. She sat down against the wall exactly where she’d sat during the typhoon. Her breathing was shallow, fast. Hikikomori Shoujo To Tsurego No Shounen -RJ0127...
He didn’t move. A sliver of dim light from his candle fell across the hallway. And there she was. Not fully emerged, just one bare foot, then a pale hand gripping the doorframe. Sachi’s hair was long and unbrushed, her eyes huge and dark, her pajamas wrinkled. Ren nodded
A long pause. The wind howled. Then Sachi took one step into the hallway — just one — and sat down against the wall, three meters away from him. She hugged her knees. Not for sunlight