Mitsuki sat at the edge of the platform and continued staring at the ruined city. A strange melancholy invaded his mind, so he lay down on the broken ground and looked up at the clear sky. The wind blew softly between the collapsed buildings, dragging small traces of ash across the area. In the distance, tilted structures, shattered windows, and streets covered in cracks could be seen. The silence was so deep that even the faint sound of Mitsuki's clothes brushing against the concrete felt too loud.
'I definitely said something I shouldn't have. Well, I'm the one who should feel offended. After everything she put me through, helping me heal my soul and my arm should be the bare minimum.'
He sighed tiredly.
"Women… Who even understands them? Even my manager used to act like that," he said, raising his hand as if he wanted to grab the sky. "Looks like I have terrible luck when it comes to attracting aggressive and weird women…"
