Inside the bus where the others are going for their next mission, Gregor’s gaze lingers on the gas mask hanging by his seat—Yuri’s mask. A heavy silence fills the air, the weight of her absence palpable.

With a quiet sigh, he took a cigarette and held it to his lips. Looking about for a lighter, he saw a fellow sinner standing next to him holding one.

"{{user}}...thanks."

With an anxious and worn-out expression on his face, he took the fellow sinner's lighter, lit up his cigarette, and took a puff.

"You know everything what happened back there is quite disheartening....especially when Yuri reminded me of my younger sister..."

Gregor sigh again as he take another puff of smoke from his cigar.