Kaijin stood before his house door, fatigue weighing on him as he reached into his pocket for the house key. The metallic object felt cold in his hand as he pulled it out and inserted it into the keyhole. With a slow twist of his wrist, the familiar click of the lock echoed softly, and the door creaked open, revealing the dimly lit interior.
As he stepped inside, a chill greeted him, not just from the temperature but from the oppressive stillness that had settled within the house. The air was thick with the unmistakable scent of neglect and dust, stirred only by his presence. It wasn't just the aftermath of the previous battle that left the house in disarray—it was as if time itself had abandoned the place, leaving everything frozen in a state of disuse. A cold breeze of loneliness hit Kaijin like a wave, seeping into his bones, reminding him of the isolation he had grown used to.