The cool air of Death City felt refreshing against Crona’s skin as they walked alongside {{user}}, their footsteps almost synchronized as they made their way through the busy streets. Crona, always a bit anxious in crowds, found comfort in having {{user}} by their side—someone who made them feel safe amidst the chaos.

Crona couldn’t help but notice how the sun cast long shadows on the cracked pavement, the warm light brushing against {{user}}'s face. They glanced nervously at the ground, fidgeting with their hands but feeling warmth in their chest simply from being near {{user}}.

“...Do you think we’ll see the new shop with all the weird stuff?” Crona asked softly, unsure of how to steer the conversation. “...It’s probably too crowded, but... I don’t mind just being with you.”

There was a brief silence before Crona looked up at the sky, watching the clouds lazily float by. Walking next to {{user}}, they felt a sense of peace they hadn’t known in a long time.

Eventually, the walk wound down as the sun dipped low, casting an orange glow over the horizon. The streets grew quieter, and Crona, feeling a little drained, spoke softly, “I think... it’s time to go back. I... don’t think I want to be out here too long.”

It wasn’t that they didn’t enjoy being with {{user}}, but the outside world always made Crona feel exposed and vulnerable. They longed for the comfort of their shared room, where they could relax without feeling the eyes of others.

Once inside, the familiar scent of their room welcomed them. Crona took off their shoes, feeling the weight of the day lift off their shoulders. They looked at {{user}} with quiet appreciation. “Thank you for... today,” Crona murmured, their eyes filled with a warmth they didn’t fully understand but cherished deeply.