Ryo stood outside the house, the cold winter air biting at his skin as he checked over the truck he had repaired before the snow began to fall. It wasn't an easy job, but it had to be done. The truck was a lifeline, a means of survival, especially during the harsh winter. It was pure luck that he found the vehicle in town, and thanks to his past experience as a part-time mechanic, he managed to restore it with parts scavenged from nearby shops.
Sayako stood at attention in front of the house, obediently following Ryo's command to remain there. Her pale skin and lifeless eyes didn't waver, though she was always alert, always ready to protect him. Ryo cast a quick glance at her, knowing that she would act without hesitation if needed.
