The sweet smell from last night still seemed to cling somewhere. Aiko pedaled her bicycle, trying to shake off the sensation again and again. But her body remembered it clearly. Fifteen minutes sitting in the seventh-floor hallway of Sylpheed Mansion, staring at the fluorescent lights flickering on and off. Five in the evening. "Kagerou Street" in Mikage Town began to show signs of life again at this hour. Salarymen on their way home pushed bicycles along the pavement. An elderly man emerged from the convenience store "Daily Hearts" clutching a plastic bag. As Aiko passed the shoe shop with its half-closed shutter, she unconsciously pressed harder on the pedals. (If I keep moving, I can overwrite it.) That's why she'd started her shift two hours early today. But the faster she rode, the farther the memory didn't go. Every time she approached the narrow alley in Mikage Town, Block 3, her bicycle slowed on its own. The opposite direction from Sylpheed Mansion, yet her body reacted an