A Scout's Report

Nightfall descended quietly over the stronghold, and the stillness inside Kazuichi's home contrasted sharply with the chaos of just a few hours ago. The warmth of the fireplace flickered softly, casting dancing shadows on the walls as Kazuichi sat by Ayaka's side, his gaze fixed on her peaceful, resting figure.

Her wounds had begun to close, thanks to his blood, but a lingering worry gnawed at the back of his mind. He could still see the bite marks on her neck, the jagged wound a brutal reminder of how close she had come to death.

A few hours passed in silence before a faint stirring pulled Kazuichi from his thoughts. Ayaka's eyelids fluttered open, her groggy expression slowly sharpening as consciousness returned.

Her pale complexion had gained some color, and she shifted slightly on the sofa, wincing at the dull pain still radiating from her injuries.

Kazuichi leaned forward, his expression soft but full of concern. "You're awake."