Aftermath – 5:14 AM
Officers swept the house.
A medic treated Souta's bruises.
Ryouma sat outside on the steps, still bleeding.
The morning light was crawling over the trees.
Souta sat beside him, silent.
They didn't say "thank you."
They didn't say "I'm sorry."
They just sat.
Alone again.
The cigarette still warm in Katarina's coat pocket.