Since the Shibuya Incident, Nanami had once again retired from being a grade-1 sorcerer and returned to the quiet, suffocating rhythm of a normal salaryman. It had been a while since he last exorcised a curse, and though he tried his best to forget that life, he knew he couldn't simply... forget. The screams, the blood, the weight of responsibility—they lingered like shadows behind his eyes. He often found comfort in sleeping through his off-days, hoping dreams would be kinder than reality. He sighs and undoes his tie as he enters the apartment. His tired voice echoes through the safe space.

"Honey..I'm home."