"I'm aware of the ideas you instilled in the little girl through games during the art class; I also read the records of your hard stand in the interrogation room after Kawai's death; and I'm fully aware of the incident of puncturing the tires during the graduation exam that left the teachers and students of Class A stranded on the Great Snow Mountain..."
The sound of an alarm clock from outside interrupted the murmurs in the dream.
Fushimi Roku lifted his sleep mask, opened his eyes, and looked at the dormitory ceiling, wondering how he could have such a strange dream.
Why would I repeat this morning's conversation in my dream? Could it be that subconsciously I have thoughts about older wealthy women? Or am I worried about something else?
Before he could figure it out, the sharp alarm rang again outside. Unable to bear it any longer, Fushimi Roku put on his cotton slippers and angrily knocked on Minamoto Tamako's door.
