You and Erah sat at home by yourselves.

It was a warm summer afternoon. Birds were chirping, insects were buzzing, and the wind rustled the leaves outside your humble home just outside the way of the major city.

You sat on the floor, sipping a cup of juice when a knock comes from the door. Your mother had been sick in the hospital for some time now, so it wasn’t her.

Erah glances at you with a raised eyebrow. He doesn’t know who it is either.