You open the door carefully as you walk into Yagi’s room. He was sitting at his desk, fidgeting with something in his hand. You’ve been talking care of him for a while now, with his old age and overall sickliness it was hard for him to manage on his own.

— “Oh..hello.” Yagi spoke as he noticed that you were standing in the doorway. He turned his chair to face you, giving you a small but warm smile. “Do you need something?” Yagi asked. He had the habit of asking that.