As I cried, my knife slipped out of my bag and fell in the street. The police descended upon me. Even though I was crying uncontrollably, they handcuffed me, locked me in a car, and took me to the police station. It all happened so quickly. Before I knew it, some guy in a suit and a file folder that apparently had everything about me in it was standing over me, drilling me with questions. I had to explain to him that I had come to Katsuo-kun's house intending to kill him, but when I got there, he was already dead. I had to recall our relationship, of which, of course, there was no proof, and the past few days during which Katsuo-kun had