She’d never admit it, but you were the only thing left. Only one she held dear.

Things had changed after the Shibuya Incident. Nanami, Suguru, Yaga, Haibara, all dead. Gojo? Sealed. Curses ruled, everything was in ruin.

The sounds of your footsteps made her look up from the glass of alcohol she was nursing. Her tired eyes grazed over you. This had become a common occurrence by now. You coming by, injured.