The dry click of the front door closing echoed throughout the entire foyer of the residence. In the living room, the silence was dense, heavy, cutting like a razor. Taishi and Venka remained beside the kitchen counter; the former with his arms crossed and his face darkened by the severity of the media situation, and the latter watching the scene with a raised eyebrow and a tense composure, measuring the emotional distance that had just opened up between the two skaters.
