Kaito's Room — Festival Dawn
Kaito woke at his usual time.
5:30 a.m. Precision that required no alarm.
He dressed routinely: functional clothing, no ornamentation.
But when he opened the door to leave, he found something unexpected.
A large box on the floor.
A note on top, in Drake's handwriting:
"Commander. For today. Not negotiable. —Drake"
Kaito picked up the box and carried it inside.
He opened it.
And stopped.
Clothing he hadn't seen in... years.
A haori — traditional Japanese jacket — in deep black with subtle gray embroidery.
Hakama — formal wide-legged pants — in the same shade.
An obi — belt — carefully folded.
Everything slightly adapted. Materials from this world fused with the design of his original world.
Aurelia's work. Without doubt.
He touched the fabric.
He should feel... nostalgia. Connection to a lost home.
Instead, he processed: Appropriate attire for formal occasion. Functional.
But there was something else. Small. Distant.
An echo of memory.
