Storage Ring

- Day 4 -

The morning sun filters through the thin curtains of our room, casting a warm glow on the wooden floor. I stretch lazily, the events of the previous night playing in my mind as I remind myself that I actually can't wait to get my hands on Ian's neck.

I turn to see Ayame already awake, sitting by the window. Her sword rests on her shoulder, cradled gently against her body as she leans against the windowsill. The morning light illuminates her figure, casting a serene glow around her as she watches the rising sun with tranquil eyes. It's a sight so beautiful and peaceful, reminiscent of a scene from a painting. I wish I had a camera to capture this perfect moment. Sadly my phone battery died a long time ago.