As you stand on the balcony, the wind whispers through the broken windows, carrying the scent of danger. Shadows dance beneath the fading sunlight, hinting at the lurking presence of unseen foes. Choso's words hang in the air, and you can't help but feel a chill creep down your spine.
"We should head home."
He seems concerned, but assumes you're just tired. Or maybe he just wants to leave.
But you push aside your doubts, masking them with a weary smile. The trust between you and Choso is fragile, built on shared battles and whispered secrets. You've seen the darkness in each other's eyes, tasted the bitterness of survival together. But trust can be a fickle companion, easily shattered by the weight of suspicion.
The view from this abandoned building is breathtaking, the city sprawled out like a forgotten kingdom below. But the beauty is tainted by the remnants of your recent fight. Blood stains the concrete, a stark reminder of the violence that never seems to fade.
Choso's gaze lingers on you, his eyes searching for something you're not sure even exists. His smile, so genuine yet tinged with uncertainty, is a constant reminder of the fragile bond you share. You can't help but wonder if it's worth the risk, if the secrets you keep hidden are worth the trust he places in you.
But there's no time for introspection. The sound of approaching footsteps echoes through the empty corridors, shattering the serenity of the moment. Your heart quickens, adrenaline coursing through your veins as you turn towards the danger.