Kai and his sister stepped out of the elevator, the old metal doors grinding shut behind them with a groan.
Once again, they were dragged back into Vorenhart's office — if it could still be called that. The room was destroyed beyond repair.
And there was Miyuki. The sharp gleam of her fishnet stockings caught the dim light with every subtle movement of her legs, while her unashamedly exposed cleavage seemed almost taunting. The long, white ears twitched idly, soft and almost angelic.
But Kai did not look at her. He couldn't. His gaze clung stubbornly to the floor. Guilt pressed down on him heavier than the cracked ceiling overhead. Every breath was shallow.
Mei stood on the opposite side of Miyuki, her posture stiff and uneasy, as though even the smallest step closer to her brother might shatter her fragile composure.
Her eyes were still red and raw, the faint shimmer of unshed tears threatening to betray her no matter how tightly she bit her lip.
