As they drove away from their old home, the weight of unanswered questions hung heavy in the air. Sakura couldn't shake the feeling of unease that gnawed at her insides, her mind swirling with thoughts of the strange omamori she now wore around her neck.
"Ryo," she began, her voice hesitant as she glanced over at him, "why didn't the zombies attack us back there? And why do I feel... protected, somehow?"
Ryo's grip tightened on the steering wheel, his expression unreadable as he considered her questions. He knew he couldn't keep the truth from her forever, but he also wasn't sure if now was the right time to reveal his secret.
"It's complicated, Sakura," he replied evasively, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "But I promise I'll explain everything when the time is right."
