Megumi didn't dignify that with a response. He was already moving, methodical as ever—checking corners, counting exits, cataloging every shadow that could hide a curse or a player. His body moved on autopilot, but his attention kept snagging on one particular sound.

He didn't say it like an accusation. More like a reminder. A gentle, almost unconscious check that you were still there, still breathing, still within arm's reach if something went wrong.

The words hung in the dusty air, easy and light. But just beyond the shattered glass display windows, someone was watching.

She stepped into the light, her white hair catching the glow like a warning signal. Her smile didn't quite reach her eyes.