Moments later, the door closes with a soft click. Reika listens until her father's footsteps fade down the hall, and then she slowly pulls the blanket away.
She turns toward the screen. Ryoma's frozen face still lingers there, calm, almost alive in the blue light.
"What the heck…" she murmurs. "How did he know him?"
The question gnaws at her, but another thought follows. Maybe it's not that strange. Ryoma's name has been everywhere lately. After the fight with Serrano, the internet went wild.
She sits up, pushes her hair back, and wakes the screen with a tap. A browser window opens, tabs still left from before.
She only types "Ryoma," and to her surprise, even the search recommendations are filled with Ryoma's face, thumbnails, foreign headlines.
"It's insane…" she murmurs.
Watching it now, she feels something stir inside her. A pride slowly shifts to something close to greed.
