Kaori | Saejima -2021-

She adjusted her posture. Her left hand rested uselessly in her lap, wrapped in a compression glove. Her right hand hovered over an imaginary board. Visitors who didn't know better assumed she was praying.

"You came," the figure said. The voice was neither male nor female. It was old and young at once. Tired. Kaori Saejima -2021-

She folded the letter carefully, slid it back into the envelope, and tucked it into the folds of her gray cardigan. Then she rose, unsteady on legs that had forgotten stairs, and crossed to the window. She adjusted her posture

Inside, a single sheet of heavy, cream-colored paper. The message was brief: slid it back into the envelope