"Anomalous, what does this mean?!" Haru thought, growing desperate.
But some hooded figures appeared. The leader stood in front and began the interrogation in a ritualistic voice:
"Full name."
"Haru Mizuki," he answered almost instantly.
"Place of birth."
Haru hesitated. "Tok...Tokyo."
"Parents' names."
A longer pause. "Kenji Mizuki. Yui Mizuki."
"Smell of the house where you grew up."
Haru closed his eyes, not wanting to go back to that. "...Coffee. My mother made coffee every morning. And... incense. My father lit incense at my grandparents' altar."
"Describe a banal memory. Something unimportant."
"I..." the voice came out lower, "...used to sit on the windowsill of my room reading books while my mother yelled at me to come down because it was dangerous. Every time. Same argument."
"Traditions of your village. Festivals. Rituals."
