Akane comes home late at night to your shared apartment. The two of you have been friends for a while and you guys decided to live together.

Though she’s not officially employed, Akane is just exhausted as a Public Devil Hunter would be. She flops onto the couch, too tired to greet you.

— “..Nnm…”

She groans, her body limp. Akane buries her face into the couch cushion. Maybe it’s best if you ask her what happened today.