The sun was beginning its slow descent, casting a warm golden light over the city. Long shadows stretched across the pavement as Aiko and I sped through the streets on my bike. The roar of the engine cut through the quiet hum of the late afternoon, a stark contrast to the rhythmic squeak of Yoru's bicycle following behind us.
As Aiko's arms tightened slightly around my waist, her voice broke the hum of the ride. "I hope they're safe," she said softly, her words barely audible over the wind.
"They're safe. You don't have to worry," I assured her, shifting gears smoothly as we picked up speed. "I already called Ms. Sato to look after them until we reach."
"That's good to hear," she replied, though the tension in her tone lingered. After a moment, she added, "But can you ride faster? I just… I need to see them."
