The rain had settled into a gentle rhythm, tapping softly against the cottage roof as though the outside world had finally forgotten they existed.
Kaizen stood by the fireplace, one shoulder resting against the stone wall while absent-mindedly stirring the dying embers with a metal poker.
The orange flames reflected in his gray eyes, but there was no warmth in them.
Nyra sat cross-legged on the rug, hugging a cushion against her chest.
For several minutes, neither of them spoke…the silence wasn't awkward anymore.
It was... comfortable.
Finally, Nyra broke it with a sigh.
The silence had become too heavy..they both knew it.
Without another word, he disappeared into the small storage room before returning with a dusty cardboard box.
Nyra frowned.
"What's that?"
"Our only chance
