Kai and Mei lay sprawled across the narrow bed in the Safe House, their bodies heavy and unmoving, as if the weight of their pain had chained them to the mattress.
The room was dim, curtains drawn tight, allowing only thin streaks of dying daylight to bleed through the cracks. Their breathing was shallow, uneven.
In the next room, the atmosphere couldn't have been more different. Lily sat with her back pressed neatly against a chair, her posture prim.
The maid uniform she wore was painfully tight, hugging every curve with deliberate precision, the glossy fabric pulling against her chest each time she inhaled.
Across from her, Miyuki leaned casually on the armrest of the sofa. Her black bunny outfit clung like a second skin, accentuating the sharp contrast between dark satin and the pale glow of her flesh.
The fishnets wrapped tight around her legs, crisscrossing patterns over the firm lines of her thighs, leading down to the sharp glint of her heels.
