The world had quieted down since that night.
The chaos, the fire, the screams—everything had melted into a silence as the whole country was now in fear of what's next.
Two days had passed.
Ren stood beside Kyouka's hospital bed, the faint sunlight spilling through the white curtains and washing over her face. Her skin looked perfect again—smooth, unblemished, like she had never been burned at all.
Kyouka lay there, her breathing steady but weak. Her voice was still gone; her body needed time. But her eyes… they followed him. They understood him.
Ren smiled softly, brushing a few strands of hair away from her forehead. "Hey," he murmured. "You know, I thought I lost you back there."
Kyouka blinked, her fingers twitching slightly on the white sheets as Ren's voice only reached Kyouka's ears.
He chuckled quietly. "Don't look at me like that. You scared the hell out of me, you know that?"
