Azrael's footsteps echoed through the quiet streets as he made his way back to Mirai's house. The weight of the night's events hung heavily on his shoulders, and his normally confident stride was replaced with a sense of contemplation. As he approached the house, he noticed Mirai waiting on the porch, her eyes filled with curiosity and concern.
"Welcome back, Az!" Mirai greeted him with her usual warmth, trying to brush off the nagging curiosity that had settled in her gaze. "How did your evening go?"
Azrael met her gaze, his eyes reflecting the depths of his thoughts. He hesitated for a moment, as if debating whether to share the complexities of the night's events. In the end, he chose to keep the details to himself, not wanting to burden Mirai with the weight of his decisions.
"It was... an interesting night," he replied, his voice carrying a mixture of melancholy and determination. "Thank you for your hospitality, Mirai."
