That silhouette on the roof of the abandoned factory wouldn't leave his head. "Finally, you came. I've been waiting." That voice kept looping. Low, cold, yet somehow enjoying itself——Souga kept his eyes closed in bed, staring at a single point on the ceiling. He couldn't sleep. His body was exhausted. But his mind wouldn't stop. Morning of the third day arrived. Through the window of the second floor of Kurosaki Clinic, the sky was beginning to pale. A crow cawed somewhere in the distance. The sound of a car driving far away in the city. Ordinary morning sounds. Yet everything felt distant. ——But still. Nobody knows what I really am yet. Souga pushed the futon aside and sat on the floor. He looked at his palm. It wasn't glowing this morning. Just an ordinary hand. When he clenched his fingers, he could still faintly feel the residual heat from last night at the abandoned factory. The door to his room opened. "[serious]Checking communications" It was Rukia. With her short purpl