No matter how many years pass, I will always remember the boy sitting in the corner of the classroom, with a copy of "White Night Journey" by Keigo Higashino on the table, the wind making the pages of the book rattle... I am seventeen years old, and I may never go back.
But you once said that we are not the characters in that novel. I am not Yukiho, and you are not Ryoji. However, life is destined to take overlapping paths from the beginning. In the white night, behind us is a world that is falling apart bit by bit...