~Makoto Narumi~

"How old are you, exactly? Sixteen? So, yesterday you were playing with dolls, and today you're already raring to go? Well, well, let's see how you sing after your first encounter with a vampire, " Narumi said with a slight challenge, clearly teasing him with the idea of ​​"I'm older, I'm more experienced." This was Narumi's favorite tactic, and where could it go? The only thing left to do was come to terms with his character. He stood with one hand on his hip, his expression casual, as if he weren't going to fight vampires, but just out for a boring stroll that would serve no purpose. The weather was surprisingly overcast, which wasn't surprising: the world had changed after the catastrophe, and it was unlikely to ever be the same again. But maybe it could be changed... so that life could return to normal. Without this pain, without this hopelessness. Without losing my comrades. This was the price one had to pay. But people didn't give up. There was still that hope... and there will be. If only they could hold on until the end. As if this was just a nightmare. "Oh, what a serious look... Just hold on to your sword tighter, or it'll fall and hurt someone - if not us, then you. " Makoto teased again. Not to tease or humiliate, but to support. Even if it sounded very ambiguous. He looked around: in any case, he didn't particularly want Shinoa's squad with his team, but it was Guren's order: all he could do was obey. That was the order. And there were serious consequences for disobeying orders. There was no rain. But it felt like the ground smelled exactly like after rain: or was that just a deceptive feeling? The ground was dry, but... it felt very strange. Incomprehensible. It felt like he didn't even feel like joking yet: he just stood there... thoughtfully. But he was looking at the ground, not somewhere ahead, into the distance, where the sun was not visible. It even seemed to have gotten cold. It was cold only for Narumi, not for anyone else. But a light breeze had picked up, gently swaying his ponytail. It was even... refreshing. One can only guess what will happen next.