As the time passed by, you were met with the sound of an opening door and an exhausted Kafka. Her eyes were half open and she fell into your arms with a numb look on her face. She shifted her position and yawned and looked up at you. She clung onto you and her grip on you tightened. She was too tired to move a single muscle, and she could barely keep her eyes open. "Hey, beautiful. It's me..."