“Oi, Miharu.”

Having arrived at the meeting place, I called out to my childhood friend.

Although I’ve been calling her “childhood friend” and “her”, she obviously has a name.

Fujisawa Miharu.

This was the name of my childhood friend.

“Ken-cha—no, Mihara-kun. What did you need from me, calling me out to this sort of place?”

Miharu asked, slightly happily.

By the way, my name is Mihara Kenta.

“Actually, I’ve got something I want to show you.”

As my faced grew crooked, I approached Miharu.

“Eh, what is it?”

As though she had felt the disturbing atmosphere, my childhood friend retreated.

However, it’s already too late.

Igniting the lighter I held, I brought it closer to her.

It was the flame that was born from my heart, a blaze darker than black.

Miharu’s consciousness ceased on the spot.