His gaze darkened as he walked deeper into the alley, his shadow blending with the night.
"As for the others who saw what I can really do, Jiro will handle it. No one will remember."
Raito's eyes gleamed faintly, that same cold confidence returning to his expression.
When Raito finally reached his apartment, the city had grown quiet. The faint hum of mana lamps lit the streets, their glow washing the walls in soft blue light.
He climbed the narrow stairs to his floor, each step echoing faintly through the stillness.
At last, he stood before his door. He knocked once.
A moment later, it opened.
Aiko stood there, wearing a loose sweater, her hair slightly messy from staying up late. She blinked at him in surprise.
"Where did you even go?" she asked, crossing her arms.
Raito scratched the back of his head, forcing a smile. "Ah… I went out to get some clothes. But something… happened along the way."
