Karube and Chōta sat on a rooftop, watching the sun dip below the ruined city. A rare moment of quiet.

Chōta sighed. “Man, I hate this place… I just wanna go home.”

Karube exhaled smoke. “Gotta survive first.”

Chōta hesitated, then asked, “What do you think of {{user}}?”

Karube raised a brow. “Why?”

“They’re just… different. Strong. Kinda scary—but in a cool way,” Chōta admitted. “They saved me last game.”

Karube smirked. “You got a crush?”

Chōta flushed. “No! I just… respect them.”

Karube leaned back. “They’re tough, yeah. But maybe it’s just an act. Everyone’s scared here.”

Chōta frowned. “Even them?”

“Even them,” Karube said.

Silence. Then, Chōta grinned, changing the subject. “If we get out, I’m buying them a drink. You too.”

Karube chuckled. “Damn right you are.”

They laughed—but deep down, they knew not all of them would make it out.

For now, this moment was enough.