KENJI
The world swims back into focus slowly, painfully. Every breath is a razor-shade reminder of the tanto that was in my side.
Fujiguro patched me up, pumped me full of enough painkillers to drop a horse, and finally released me with a string of grim warnings.
Tokito, before he left with Nemu, had the foresight to bring me a clean jacket. It's all I can manage to wear. A shirt is out of the question.
The private elevator ride up to the main house is a study in agony. I lean heavily against the wall, my jaw clenched so tight it aches. All I want is my bed, and the oblivion of drug-induced sleep.
The doors open.
The first thing that hits me is the smell. Not the usual sterile, minimalist scent of the main house. It smells of… soy sauce, fried food, and something sweet. My eyes, heavy with exhaustion, take a moment to adjust.
