To Shameimaru Aya.

Hello, good evening, good morning. Himekaidou here. You might feel startled by this sudden letter, but it's not an extortion letter or anything. It's just that since you worry about me too much, Aya, I wanted you to know that I'm doing alright. I figured that this way you wouldn't need to come all the way to my house. I'll admit that I feel a bit ashamed about you doing my housework and everything.

To a brisk and hard-working person like you, a person like me might seem like someone to worry about. But I've already lived my life the way I am for a long time now, so I think I'll be alright. I'm happy that you'd worry about me, but, well. It just doesn't sit well with me. I think it's unacceptable. Please value yourself more, Aya. It's surprisingly easy to miss the signs that you yourself are giving off. That's a rule of thumb I learned over many years of thoughtography in the intelligence service.

All kinds of traces linger in a photo. Especially in the kind I take, where the person doesn't even know anyone's watching. That's why I think you need to think more about yourself. Looking after me isn't especially fun or anything, is it? Anyway, just letting you know I'm alive. I'll write again.

Himekaidou