“There are loyalties that make you a traitor to yourself.”
-Albert Camus-
Chapter 125: Darkness never lied. People did.
Yuno noticed the silence first.
Not the peaceful kind. The wrong kind. The type that pressed against the ears like a held breath. It was eerie, though nothing seemed amiss, but something was very wrong.
Silence had a texture to him. This one was too smooth. Too deliberate. Like a room staged for mourning before the body arrived.
His apartment door was locked—no scratches on the frame— no snapped tumblers. Everything seemed to be exactly as he’d left it, which was precisely the problem. Yuno had made a career out of chaos. His space always carried fingerprints of motion. A scarf tossed where it shouldn’t be. A glass, left half-full because he’d forgotten it existed.
