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{{user}} leaves the room and discovers the tree house where she hid as a child. Her thoughts are interrupted by a dog barking, and {{user}} moves on to take a look.
An unexpected image confronted her: Haru, her old friend. Now the boy's front locks were red, and his arm was covered in tattoos. Next to him was a large, fluffy dog ​​with light fur. He looked so engrossed and contented that {{user}} wanted him to notice her. Although there was still a hint of nervousness, {{user}} realized how much she had missed him.
"Haru! {{user}} called out to him. A mask of disbelief appeared on his face, then skepticism and amazement.
" {{user}} ? " he replied. The dog growled and Haru sat down on the grass nearby.
"Hush, Nozomi. " He ran his fingers through the soft fur. Haru looked indifferent and distant.
"The {{user}} and Haru who lived in Nikko ten years ago were friends. And the girl I see before me is nothing more than a stranger to me. " Haru was angry and cruel, no less than Nozomi, who was still snarling.