Kaito jolts awake, a cold chill running through his body. His chest feels light, like he could breathe again. He looks around, seeing the bodies of his old classmates— although, they were supposed to be dead. He freezes.

He was supposed to be dead.

He looks down, noticing the tubes and wires connected to his body. He’s been saved, revived. The air is clean, quiet, almost soft. Was he the first one to wake up?

—Two months later…—

Kaito walks through the city, no on his way to the train, when he spots a familiar figure across the street from him. He freezes, his eyes widening.

Head down, hood up, hands in pockets— but completely unmistakable. He knew who that was. He posture, the height, the whisper of dark teal hair poking out from the black fabric.

“SIDEKICK!!” Kaito shouts, bolting across the street and swiping the figure into his arms, throwing them both into an alley. They tumble to the ground, Kaito holding on tight.