"No, man…"
Haru looked up at the ceiling, then at the Chinese guy, then back at the ceiling.
"You've already initiated everyone in Room 217."
The Chinese guy just stared back, his face unchanging no matter what was happening around him. Like a sculpture someone had forgotten to finish.
"I wonder if the boss noticed I was skipping activities and told the veterans..." Haru thought. "It must be."
"Man, in my defense, I was really tired..."
The Chinese guy grabbed his ankle and pulled.
Haru flew out of bed, literally, his body going along with it, the floor approaching fast.
"Get dressed already," said the Chinese guy, already heading for the balcony. "I didn't come to baptize you. I came to take you to the Baptism."
"But…"
"You won't be baptized, you dumb Haruki." He planted his feet on the wall. "Let's go."
And he walked horizontally along the building's exterior wall, descending to the courtyard as if gravity were merely a suggestion.
Haru stared for a second.
