Bang bang bang!
Miyake Kanta clenched his fists and pounded on the door, the sturdy anti-theft door making a dull thud.
"Chiaki, are you in there!"
Bang bang bang!
Again knocking.
"I'm really angry now, you better explain what you've been up to these past two days!"
Still no response.
Miyake Kanta leaned closer to the anti-theft door, unable to hear any sound from his brother's house, the whole hallway was dead silent.
The sporadic rainwater splashed down the corridor's stone-built barriers, making the air damp, cold, and unpleasant.
It seemed his brother was really not at home.
"Where the hell did that kid go?"
But Chiaki had just picked up the phone, and his tone sounded normal.
Which means he wasn't in any trouble.
Maybe he simply didn't want to see me.
Miyake Kanta had realized this long ago, since growing up the social status gap between the two brothers had widened, and every time he saw his brother, he felt a great psychological pressure.
