105 Villangsi

Screeech!

The intruder’s sliding toes came to rest at the boundary between the sidewalk and the road.

As I lit a cigarette, I mulled over the sensation I’d felt at my fingertips.

‘Lighter than I expected.’

I didn’t know who he was, but he didn’t look like someone who’d come with good intentions. Having met all sorts of people while running a matchmaking agency, I knew that every person had an atmosphere suited to them.

I hadn’t realized he was strange because of physiognomy or some pseudo-religious nonsense.

When someone enters a cathedral with his presence suppressed as much as possible and without making a sound, isn’t it only rational to be suspicious of him first?

“Hoo.”

After exhaling a long plume of smoke, the man slowly straightened and asked me:

“0111001010?”...