Within the vast structure of the building, in another isolated section of the enormous complex, inside a quiet apartment imbued with a warm ambience, Aura, Charles, and Bills could be seen seated comfortably within the living room as they conversed among themselves. The atmosphere was relaxed yet lively, the kind of calm only friends who had known one another for a long time could effortlessly share.
"So, what do you think of him? You even called him special," Charles asked, leaning back with a casual air, his curious gaze fixed on Aura, who was seated across from him with her usual serene composure. Aura's calm blue eyes shifted from Akira, who was curled up and sleeping in her arms due to a food‑induced coma, towards Charles. "I don't really think anything," she replied flatly. "I've only just met him."
