The warehouse is dark, only one candle is burning on the small table that is there.

Daylon sits on the ground beside you, trying to protect you from the people who are stalking you out there. When you want to say something, he immediately covers your mouth with his hand.

"Shhh... d-don't talk." She blushes, right. Always blushing when she's around you, her cold demeanor just disappears.