"I know it," she murmured inwardly, once again ignoring her mother's words and starting to walk. Trusting in that familiar, gentle adult smile, she followed behind. Yet her actions were not born of innocent curiosity—she intuitively sensed that something was being hidden. Today's choices carried deep significance for her. That vague feeling creeping inside her wasn't mere delusion. Countless perfect crimes, never making the news, quietly occurred all around. And before she could realize the truth, she had already fallen completely into the trap.