We were introduced, our fathers went off to get some punch, and she told me never, ever to be alone with Takemura-san. She said he was an ogre who ate children. A very odd look began to creep over Tetsuya's face. He looked up. The expression on Tetsuya's face was a sort of repulsed fascination, akin to the impulse that draws the eyes to roadkill or the detailed news report of some atrocity.
Children are like that.
Most of the people were down at the end of the conference room where the food was set up, or walking around with a drink or a sandwich in their hand, chatting. At the other end of the room was a bay window, with thick curtains. They were just congratulating each other on reaching a spot perfectly hidden behind the bay window curtains and a very large potted plant when two other people came up. The boys fell silent. It was the rules of the game.