That morning, Donny Prasetyo had already left the hospital. He was now taking a taxi to the airport to go back home with Felix at his side.
But there was one thing he needed to do. Even if he had stated that he would accept reality as it is, something will make him feel empty all of a sudden.
— Raya's mutilated hand was never discovered following the event.
That moment remained etched in his mind, even if it was far away and fuzzy. Even if he tried, he couldn't forget about it.
The ride to the airport was gloomy; there was no one to talk to. Donny Prasetyo was staring blankly outside the cab the entire time, staring at the line where the sea and sky meet.
And as the cab came to a halt in front of the airport, all that was exchanged was a polite farewell. Felix said his goodbyes and boarded the same cab back to the Grand Ole Opry to assist with the cleaning.
Donny got to the airport around three hours before his departure, so he sat down and had a steaming cup of tea. In an airport, there was nothing to do but sit and wait or, if you were on time, board the plane right away.
A memory flashed before his eyes as his tea came. Raya was seated in front of him in his previous vision, and the two of them had just arrived and were waiting for Felix to pick them up.
She was enraged because Felix had failed to pick them up on time. They had been waiting over two hours for him.
Despite Felix's rational explanation, she remained enraged.
Despite the fact that they had just recently met, the three of them were already acting like close friends.
He sighed and glanced at the surface of his tea as that recollection disappeared in front of the drop zone. It was only then that he recognized how lifeless his face appeared.
"Oh… Was this the face I've been showing everyone?"
His face has a number of notable changes. It was obvious which one it was.
The lips, the grin, the one that could light up a dark room, was vanished. His big eyes, which were once full of hopes and dreams, are now empty and blank.
His black hair was a mess, too.
He took the tiny spoon that had come with the tea and started stirring it.
Someone stepped up behind him, screaming his name as if he'd met Donny before, before he could swallow a drop.
"I guess you're going home now?"
The individual strolled alongside him and then sat down in front of him, where another seat was available.
"Who are you?"
"Oh sorry… you were unconscious when we met"
Huh? Is this…
He raised his head, his gaze falling on the face of a young man dressed in a black and white suit.
"Are you… Stephen?"
Donny then remembered Ophelia telling him that a Glorier named "Stephen" had saved him and taken him to the Orchastraf hospital. He was also the one who assigned Ophelia the task of looking after Donny.
"Did Ophelia tell you about me?"
"Yeah, she did"
"Then it looks like I don't need to introduce myself"
"I guess so…"
Donny resumed stirring his tea. He hasn't had any of the tea yet.
His thoughts went white for a time as he stared at the water swirling and following the motion of the tea spoon, then a question burst out of his brain.
—The inquiry was asked so quickly that the words flew out of his lips like bullets.
"Where's my sister's arm!?!"
His body sprang to his feet as his palm smacked on the table, generating a tremendous noise that shocked everyone.