198 – When We Call Your Name (1)

198 – When We Call Your Name (1)

Yoo Da-hee's memory drifted toward one summer day.

To that summer 'incident'—an event that had now become something that never happened.

It was summer, and even without trying to listen, the cicadas' cries rang loudly beyond the storeroom's thick stone walls.

The newspapers and news were talking about a heatwave not seen in decades, and agencies were even sending warning texts about heatstroke and people collapsing and dying.

Maem-maem-maem-maem-.

Zzzzzjzzzz-.

“I'm not the only one hearing the cicadas, right?”

Yoo Da-hee was startled by the cicadas' cries and the scent of summer beyond the tightly shut storeroom door. If she wrinkled her nose, it even seemed like she could smell the sweet fragrance of summer flowers.

“…This is my memory.”...