Day 17
Isamu's eyes fluttered open, greeted by the stark, sterile white of a ceiling.
'No life… That's still what it signifies,' he thought, the silence around him amplifying the weight of his musings. 'But I guess most ceilings are white, so… What am I even going on about? I'm not fully awake yet. Another day, probably another stage too. Hopefully, those damn crows won't be there and maybe we'll be out of the city before the next stage begins.'
He sat up, the stiff mattress creaking under him. The room was dim, the weak morning light barely filtering through the cracked blinds. Yukimiya lay sprawled on the couch, his breathing slow and steady. Takumi was propped awkwardly in a corner, while Kaito was curled up on the cold, unforgiving floor.
Isamu stretched his arms, letting out a loud yawn. "Wake up, guys. Let's get moving before the game decides to start another stage."
