They left the underground garage in silence. Riku kept the Rezvani's lights off, guiding by moonlight and memory. The city felt hollow now—dark towers, burnt cars, wind pushing trash along the gutters. Every block looked like a place they could hide, until you looked twice and saw the broken door, the blood spray, the drag marks.
"Where are we going?" Suzune asked, eyes on the side mirror.
"Somewhere we can see trouble coming," Riku said. "Rooftops, wide lots, anywhere with one way in and an easy way out."
Ichika hugged her arms, staring out her window. "Everything looks like a trap."
"It is," he said. "That's why we keep moving."
They tried a school first. The gate was half-open, but the yard was a mess of overturned tables and tents. A relief camp had been there, then got overrun. He drove past without stopping.
