The evening glow deepened, and as the city lights began to flicker to life, the long corridor filled with the sound of light footsteps—clearer than ever.
Then... the sound stopped.
The person sitting at the doorstep, hugging his knees, seemed startled and looked up.
Nine saw Joshua bending down to look at him. The boy was holding three bouquets of Tweedia flowers and a box of toys that seemed rather childish. One glance was enough to tell he'd had a good day.
A sudden wave of grievance welled up in Nine's chest. His mouse-like face, already scrunched up, now looked even more pitiful and ugly as it twisted further.
Just then, a cool sensation touched his cheek, making Nine freeze slightly. Joshua was leaning closer, his gaze filled with concern as he reached out to gently touch the wound on Nine's face.
Joshua frowned slightly and asked, "What happened to you? And why are you sitting in front of my door like this?"
