After the tense confrontation in the storage room, Dean slipped away just as rudely as he had arrived, no hello, no goodbye.
Ein lingered for a moment, listening to Mrs. Shin chat about daily trivialities for a few minutes before bidding farewell.
As he stepped out into the gray daylight, a grave stillness enveloped him. The day was windless, not a breeze passing by.
Snow blanketed the ground, muffling sounds and making everything feel eerily calm. The thick clouds overhead cast a dreary light, turning midday into something that felt more like evening.
He trudged along the sidewalk, the crunch of snow under his boots bringing a nice background sound.
Ein glanced around, half-heartedly scanning his surroundings, but all he saw was the stark white of snow accompanied with muddied darker snow on the road. His mind wandered back to the confrontation with Avery.
