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Dr. G.I. Boleid’s Psychoanalysis – Part 03

An hour and a half later.

Winter days darken quickly. The evening sun cast its last rays over Manhattan Island’s western skies. The Empire State Building’s black peak glittered like an icicle.

Kazuya pedaled his bicycle while Nico jogged beside him, both rubbing their eyes and shaking off sleepiness.

The front basket held a briefcase, a camera bag, and a shopping bag from a specialty jam store. The setting sun cast a glow on Kazuya’s profile.

“My head’s pounding,” Nico said. “What’s up with that?”

“You too? My head hurts as well. Like it’s throbbing deep inside.”

“Remember that weird tea he gave us? That’s probably it. Tasted like they boiled some funky herbs or weeds.”

They tottered southward. Exiting Central Park, they continued on with Little Italy and Chinatown to their right.

“You conked out pretty quick, Kujou.”

“Yeah… That tea knocked me out. I barely heard anything. Frustrating. I think Dr. G.I. Boleid talked about a