The building was a welcome refuge, its crumbling walls offering a brief respite from the chaos that had consumed their journey. As the group settled in, the room grew quieter, their breaths mingling with the soft creaks of the old structure. The day had been exhausting, the battle with the Aberrants a reminder of the dangers that lurked beyond their temporary sanctuary.
Kazuichi took charge of setting up a small bonfire in the center of the room, its warmth a comfort against the biting chill of the evening. He moved with practiced efficiency, gathering dry wood and kindling from the surrounding area. The fire ignited with a burst of flames, casting a warm, flickering glow that danced across the walls.
