I could see the children again a little further down the corridor.
They were passing through a set of double doors, their books held against their chests. None of them had turned towards the sound of my footsteps.
I started after them, keeping close to the wall.
The papers in my pocket pressed against my leg as I walked, and as I reached down to my pocket, something caught my sleeve before I could pull my hand out.
"Hn?"
I stopped, looking for anything it could have snagged on, but there was nothing beside me.
But I was certain I hadn't imagined it.
...The slight crease by the edge of my sleeve was proof of it.
"Don't."
The voice came from below my shoulder, prompting me to freeze as I looked down.
'...Don't what?'
I swallowed silently, staring at the empty space around me.
Still, regardless of how I looked, there was nothing.
But I knew I hadn't imaged that.
'It doesn't want me to go?'
Why?
To protect me or stop me from finding out about the past?
