Kenji, aged 18, wakes up one morning for school. He makes his way downstairs to help himself to the delicious pancakes his mum made, but stops when he suddenly hears something. A voice. A voice talking about him. Perhaps his mum or his sister Naira? But that wasn't possible since his sister was in the shower and his mum didn't say anything. Who could it belong to? He closes his eyes trying to focus on the voice but it stops. He opens his eyes believing it was his lack of sleep playing tricks on him, but he heard it again. The voice belonged to his mother. But how? Her lips weren't moving . That's when it struck him. He wasn't hearing her voice but rather her thoughts.