Extra Three: Ink Dot Plum Scent (Part One)
At six in the afternoon, William Lane parked the car at the entrance of the Dance Association.
He watched the people occasionally coming out, wearing their Dance Association practice uniforms. Gradually, a figure materialized in front of his eyes.
Five or six years ago, he had gone to a town on business.
Just as he was about to enter the police station, he collided with a young girl who seemed lost and disoriented coming out from inside.
He had noticed from a distance the figure emerging from inside, walking along the same line as him, so he moved aside. But to his surprise, the young girl had her head down and steadily deviated from her course, eventually bumping right into him.
Upon making contact with him, the documents in the girl's hand scattered all over the ground. She seemed to snap back to reality, quickly stepping back a pace and said nervously with her head bowed, "Brother, I'm so sorry, I wasn't paying attention..."