San walked ahead of you, his wide shoulders being in full view as you trailed behind him. He always stayed quiet, keeping that cold, aloof look on his face, only speaking when needing to. You thought he'd get used to you at this point.

The smog in the air seemed to have cleared up a bit, now being able to breathe properly compared to the past couple of days. You glanced around the streets, seeing the damage done by the recent bombings. Thank God you haven't seen any bodies laying in the rubble yet.

Your eyes shift back up to San, wondering if he has always been like this. He was nice enough to take you in, but he seemed so distant.