Her bloomers clung to her thighs, her busty chest heaving as she fought to breathe through her grief.
Reina draped her jacket over Yuri's legs, a soft blanket, a token of remembrance.
She folded close, her long black hair falling over her face as she brushed away tears, her fingers lingering on the crystal as if willing Yuri to wake.
Aika took two slow steps forward, her hand resting lightly atop the jacket-bundled statue—a gesture both intimate and distant, her touch a quiet acknowledgment of loss.
Her glasses slipped slightly, but she didn't adjust them, her focus on the moment, on Yuri.
Kota exhaled, his breath ragged.
He clasped his hands together, whether in prayer or desperation, and whispered, his voice raw with emotion, "We continue. For you."
The silence held no reply, but the stone doors rumbled, their bars shifting with a heavy clank. A projection flickered to life, its cold, mechanical words slicing through the grief.
"Welcome, Subject Group.
