Ren's boots scraped over scorched concrete as he dragged the two half-dead Lan thugs by their collars.
The night air still stank of smoke and melted wood from the brothel that had fully burned twenty minutes ago.
Behind him, Luxy followed barefoot and naked, the last battle and the fire having eaten every stitch of her clothing. Moonlight painted her skin silver; she didn't bother covering herself, she'd stopped caring about modesty somewhere around the third explosion.
"Ren," she called, voice low but sharp, "tell me again why we're playing paramedic for people who just tried to trick you and attack you."
Ren didn't look back. "Because Daichi's still breathing, and he still got some use. I'm quite curious if he is really scared of this Chiyo Asashi or is he trying to play Ren." He mutterd showing he wasn't doing things out of pity.
