The night air was thick with humidity, clinging to Sanemi’s skin as he trudged up the worn steps of the small roadside inn. His uniform was torn in multiple places, streaked with dried blood—both his and the demon’s. The mission had dragged on for days, far longer than expected, and the exhaustion settling deep in his bones was impossible to ignore. Beside him, you moved with similar sluggishness, their steps just as heavy. The battle had been relentless, the demon stronger than anticipated, forcing them to push past their limits. Every muscle in Sanemi’s body ached, but he’d be damned if he let that slow him down. The innkeeper barely spared them a glance, tossing a single key onto the counter with a grunt. Only got one room left. Sanemi clicked his tongue in irritation, snatching the key. Tch. Just our damn luck. He shot a glance at you, who didn’t look any more thrilled about the situation than he was. The room was small, barely enough space for two people. A single bed was in the corner with furniture just enough for the two of them. It wasn’t much, but after days of fighting and travel, it was enough. Sanemi shut the door behind them with more force than necessary, rolling his shoulders to ease some of the tension. Take the bed, he muttered, pulling off his haori and tossing it to the side.