Warm sunlight spilled through the cracked window of the abandoned shack, painting golden stripes across the dusty floor.
Ren blinked awake, groaning softly as the light stabbed his eyes. The first thing he saw, once the blur cleared, was Kyouka standing by the window completely naked, her round, firm ass perfectly framed by the morning glow.
The curve of her hips, the soft dip of her lower back, the way her silver short hair cascaded down to brush the back of her neck; everything about her looked unreal, like a statue carved by someone obsessed with perfection.
She heard him stir and turned her head just enough for him to catch the worry in her eyes. A faint blush colored her cheeks, but it vanished almost instantly.
"Ren… do you think Misa and Hiyori are safe?" Her voice was small, almost fragile.
