Yumi stepped out of the bathroom, feeling clean for the first time in what seemed like an eternity. Her hair was damp, treated with the luxurious hair mask she'd found, and her skin was smooth after applying lotion. She wrapped herself tightly in a towel, still adjusting to the strange reality of this place.
As she cautiously entered the living area, she was greeted by an unexpected scene. Sachiko was still in her white doctor's coat, casually scrolling through something on her smartphone. But it wasn't Sachiko that made Yumi freeze in her tracks—it was Ryo, sitting comfortably on the sofa, as if nothing in the world could bother him. He looked completely relaxed, as if this world of death and destruction was something he had mastered.
