Yuuta stepped away from the refrigerator and slowly walked toward the end of the narrow passage. The main street was only a few steps ahead, illuminated by damaged streetlights that still somehow continued working despite the destruction around them. Somewhere beyond those buildings were the same demons that had chased him across the city and killed the officers who had tried to protect him.
Every step toward them felt wrong.
Until now, Yuuta had always been running away from danger. Even inside the dungeon, when death had come for him several times, survival had usually meant finding some way to escape whatever was trying to kill him.
Now he was deliberately walking toward it.
Yuuta stopped just before reaching the street.
His legs were trembling.
He looked down at them and clenched his teeth.
Seriously? Now?
Yuuta took a deep breath and tried to remember everything he had survived before tonight.
Don't be afraid.
