C212 A Distress Signal

The young man's laughter was piercing, akin to fingernails scraping a smooth sheet of iron, making everyone's skin crawl.

The family head of Tsuchimikado subtly raised his head, his eyes scanning the group of people who stood with bowed heads, silent. Even the middle-aged man who had been counseling his son earlier now kept his peace, his eyes shimmering with an ambiguous light