original text scanned by tsukareteru-tako; this side story is given out this week before the movie screening
written by Azano Kouhei (Green)
It was a hot and humid, awful day. Yata who had come to the bar HOMRA, frowned without thinking about the hot air filling the shop’s interior. The air didn’t move. It even seemed like a bad smell hung in the air. Just then Yata clicked his tongue.