When Kazuichi woke up again, the sun had already risen, casting a warm glow across his room. Despite the light spilling in through the window, he felt a profound heaviness in his chest. Staying in bed felt like the safest option. The world outside was filled with uncertainty, and he wanted nothing more than to avoid it.
Nestled in the blankets, he stared at the ceiling, his mind racing with thoughts that felt both familiar and foreign. What could he possibly do against the man who had brought so much destruction into his life? The encounter with his old bully lingered in his mind like a haunting echo, and every time he thought of it, his heart sank deeper.
