The damp morning chill offered no comfort when the squad finally returned to the residence, the sky bruised with the gray hues of early dawn. Valkyrie stalked through the front entryway in a foul, suffocating mood, his shoulders locked tight, radiating a cold aura that kept everyone at arm's length. He didn't offer a single word of greeting, nor did he acknowledge the heavy silence lingering in the hallway.
"Hey! Valkyrie, can we talk this out?" Savannah called after him, her boots clicking sharply against the hardwood as she hurried her pace to catch up with his long, impatient strides. Seeing that he wasn't slowing down, her frustration surfaced in her native tongue. "Chotto matte kudasai, Anderson!" she pleaded in a rushed, sharp whisper, asking him to wait.
