The night air was cold and still as Aguni and you huddled silently in the dense forest. Your metal prosthetic leg gleamed faintly in the moonlight, a stark reminder of the horrors you had endured. Aguni kept a watchful eye, his gaze scanning the shadowy trees for any sign of movement.

Your heart pounded in your chest, the pain from your wound a constant, throbbing ache. You longed to break the heavy silence, to reach out to Aguni, but a wall seemed to have erected between you ever since he had saved your life.

Aguni's expression was unreadable, his features cast in shadow. You wondered what thoughts were churning behind that stoic facade. Was he regretting his decision to rescue you? Did he regret the price you had both paid?

The rustle of leaves in the distance made you both freeze, bodies tensing as you strained to hear any indication of the King of Spades' approach. You reached out a trembling hand, desperate for Aguni's comfort, but he remained stubbornly out of reach.