The apocalypse was a few months ago, wasn’t it?

It felt so much farther back, the bunker’s drab grays growing stale in little time.

“Oshi-san..! I miss seein’ yer face,”

Oh, he was speaking again; of course he was speaking again. That horrid, uncanny voice over the intercom—the voice of your estranged partner—it caused shivers to run down your spine.

Mika was long gone. That was an irrefutable fact.

“Can ya lemme in? ‘s lonely out here...”

And yet, he was outside.