Elaborate Prank
We followed Watanabe’s lead through the dimly lit corridors of the Theater House, each step echoing slightly against the walls as we approached the backstage area.
I could hear the voices of the Theater Club using one of the rehearsal rooms. I thought of peeking to check on Misaki but decided against it. She was also passionate about her club, after all. I’d say hi before we leave the Theater House.
Anyway, the atmosphere of the corridor leading to our destination was oddly serene, almost as if the building itself was holding its breath, waiting for the next act in this strange play.
I looked around to possibly spot some clue but as expected, what could I get in a sparse corridor where it was almost empty?
Misaki with her usual cheerful self continued walking in front of me. My arm was still wrapped around her as though she was guiding me through this place.
Komoe and Shimura raised an eyebrow to it but none of them voiced out their thoughts.