April 7, Thursday
The thick snow from the past two days had melted overnight, and the withered old trees sprouted tender green new shoots.
Yvo adjusted the suit he was wearing. It didn't fit him well, as he had rented it from a formalwear shop.
He didn't like this constricted feeling, but today was truly the happiest day for him since the Evil God Advent incident more than a week ago.
The breeze skimmed over the old corrugated metal.
Squeak—
"Witt, you're free."
The iron gate, steeped in the passage of time, was slowly pushed open by the guard.
A man stepped out from behind the iron gate. He wore round-framed glasses and a buzz cut and was dressed in a white shirt.
The man looked to be in his late twenties and moved with an unhurried rhythm, appearing refined and cultured.
The first thing he saw as he exited was Yvo standing in the breeze.
"Bro."
Yvo opened his arms, revealing the first smile he had shown in seven days.
"You little brat, you've gotten so buff!"