As I organized the plan in my head, trying to determine the best timing to act, Sabrina, who had been walking ahead, suddenly stopped, turning sharply to look at me.

"What’s your name? Oh, right, you can’t talk, can you?"

"...."

"Then I’ll just call you Fox. Your mask has a fox on it, after all. That works, right?"

"...!"

I didn’t mind being called Fox. I nodded as if to say it was fine.

Did she understand my meaning? Sabrina pursed her lips and wrinkled her thick eyebrows in an oddly cute expression before speaking again.

"Fox. If you’re …