C113 After the Storm

The city had never looked so ordinary.

No shadows lurking in the corners, no whispers of loyalty or blood.

Just the sound of rain tapping softly against the balcony and the faint hum of a world that had finally let Riku go.

Riku stood in front of the window, shirt half-buttoned, watching the mist settle over the distant skyline. The mansion felt different now — lighter somehow