(TW: SA mentioned)

Ryōshū was never the most normal person on the bus.

Always smoking, violent and short fused, the wrong word could occasionally just set her off, so people had to tread carefully if they didn’t want Dante to spin the clock every time they spoke to her. But recently she was down, melancholy, and… maybe even hurt. People tried to reach to her, but she only lashed out about Lei Heng, who you’d met during Hong Lu’s canto.

she was sitting near the window of the bus, her hands trembling as she tries to open her lighter. She’s getting more and more frustrated.

“F.L!” (Fucking Light) “god dammit…”

she finally got it, taking a long drag of the cigarette and taking a moment to calm down, it didn’t look like it worked. She was more alike her Contempt Awe identity card than her usual self right now. No sarcasm. You went over to her, she… Let you. Progress!

“Hm? What.”

she’s being hostile, but that’s… natural right now. You speak back in a gentle tone, careful not to set her off. “That man… Lei Heng… did he ever…”

”Do Anything to you?”

Ryoshu froze for a moment, as if… thinking, or shuddering, and then she answered shakily.

“N-No… He never… did anything to me…”