Matthew blinked as sunlight burned his eyes.
Real sunlight.
He stumbled forward onto a city street—Tokyo, alive, loud, chaotic, painfully normal. Cars honked. People talked. Colors looked too saturated. Sound too real.
One by one, the others appeared around him, gasping and blinking away the shock.
Rin touched a tree like she'd forgotten what bark felt like.
Minho fell back laughing hysterically.
Jisoo stood still, crying silently.
Elliot exhaled slowly, as if truly breathing for the first time.
They were home.
Finally.
Matthew looked up at the sky—blue, clear.
Normal.
Then the traffic lights flickered.
Just once.
Barely noticeable.
A woman across the street froze mid-step.
Her shadow lagged behind her a second too late.
A child's toy blinked with impossible symbols before returning to normal.
A bus ad glitched—showing Sora's face for a single frame.
And then—
A shape appeared at the end of the street.
No one else noticed.
No one turned.
Only the survivors felt the air tighten.
It was the figure in white.
The one erased.
The one who tried to warn them.
Except now, she wasn't glitching.
She was whole.
Still.
Smiling softly.
She raised a hand and pointed at the sky.
And for a moment—
just a moment—
the clouds parted in straight, geometric lines.
Like a system rebooting.
Matthew's breath caught.
They had escaped Death Land.
But Death Land…
had not let go of them.