"Joshua, it's dangerous out there, but don't worry—I'll protect you."
"Joshua, we're a team. We're one. We'll definitely reach peace together!"
"That's right, you just have to trust me and me alone."
...
Voices from the past overlapped with Nine's voice in the present. Joshua ran a hand through his hair and slowly walked out.
No matter what, Nine was the last thing Joshua could ever truly trust.
He glanced toward Henry's room. The decor was plain and straightforward, much like the impression Henry gave—nothing extravagant, nothing unnecessary. Only a few small decorations sat on the bookshelf, cute little collectibles that added a touch of warmth.
Just then, a knock came at the door, followed by Henry's voice:
"Joshua, the hangover soup's ready. Come eat breakfast."
Joshua quickly opened the door.
There stood Henry, tall and serious as always—except this time, he held a spatula in one hand and wore a pink apron decorated with a cheerful cartoon bunny shooting hearts.
