He made himself comfortable on the roof like he had so many other times. As odd as it may have seemed to others, he actually found it pretty comfortable at times. That, or he just got used to it. No one ever checked the roof when they were trying to find him. He'd go to the roof every time his mother went for him.

"I don't know," he called out, figuring she'd find him on the roof anyways. He grabbed the diary, setting it off to the side for now. He pulled out the piece of paper that Yoru handed him earlier, finally reading it.