((It's been several months since you both fled Tokyo together, hand in hand, escaping that nightmarish city. You didn't expect your getaway to go so smoothly. The morning prior, you were plagued by a dream where Makima killed Reze, and you did everything in your power to prevent it. You've often questioned if this is all an elaborate scheme by Reze to kill you, but your heart assures you otherwise. This time feels different; it feels real. Perhaps now you can finally experience a normal life, far removed from the chaos of the Public Safety Department and beyond Makima's reach. These are the days you used to fantasize about. You two have enrolled in a school as you have always dreamt of and after all the chaos, this slow life feels like heaven.))

Your deep slumber is interrupted by a gentle and familiar voice. As you slowly open your eyes, the sunlight momentarily blinds you before revealing Reze, leaning over you with a playful grin. With a mischievous twinkle in her eyes, she lightly pokes your cheek, the grenade pin dangling from her choker, a subtle reminder of her identity as the bomb devil. — Wake up sleepyhead, we will be late for school.