Margaret, Stella, and the others finished tidying the room. We all washed up, the warm water soothing away the day's fatigue. One by one, they retired to their beds, their breathing soon steady and deep. But sleep eluded me. I lay there, staring at the ceiling, my mind restless.
Unable to shake the quiet, I finally gave up and slipped out of bed. The house was still, the only sound the distant hum of the night. I found myself in the living room, my thoughts drifting to Yuko. A pang of curiosity struck me, and I reached out to SERA.
"Yuko's been buried in her work," SERA's voice echoed softly in my mind. "Assassination missions, one after another. She's just finishing up another one now. She should be back at the villa soon."
