Sehrab hopped on his bike and started off, not caring whether he was followed. He shifted up gears qucikly until he was rocketing down the street off towards the bakery and what he thought would be the key to his freedom. Killing Kaori wouldn't be new to him. Once more, he felt no emotional attachment to her. It had been the situation, the hormones, the mistake. Now he would erase it like he'd always done and be finished with her.