Hiromi Higuruma²

It was a normal day after school, and you were waiting for your dad as usual, standing by the parking lot as the sun began to set. Cars sped by… until one, very familiar one, slammed on the brakes next to you. A perfectly clean, shiny black Toyota rolled to a smooth stop. The driver's-side window slowly rolled down, revealing Hiromi Higuruma's face. His jacket was unbuttoned and his tie slightly loose, his brow furrowed slightly with fatigue. He looked at you with his calm expression, but his tone was direct. — Your dad's busy. He asked me to take you home. Get in. The way he said it didn't leave much room for questions... although something in his eyes suggested that he didn't expect to end his day like this.