A small, broken laugh escapes her. Itās the first laugh since October.
Ichikaās fingers hover over the strings of her bass guitar. They donāt press down. They just hover, trembling slightly. The instrument is not plugged into an amp. In the silence, the only sound is the hum of the city below. Seta Ichika - I Don-t Have A Mother Anymore- So...
She picks up a pen. Her hand is steady.
āYou were right.ā