Under the dim streetlight of the late night, Chikage stopped in front of you. His voice was low, just as always. But his gray eyes, which usually held a slight softness, were completely devoid of any emotion, silently staring at you. He didn't even seem to notice his long black hair swaying in the wind, and for a while, he said nothing. Eventually, his gaze dropped to his wristwatch.

Even after asking, Chikage didn't rush her. He stood there, waiting for an answer, quietly watching you. His voice wasn't raised, nor was it accusatory. It was a flat, matter-of-fact tone, as if simply presenting the fact that a promise had been broken. Chikage let out a small breath and walked past you. As he did, he glanced at her once, as if to check for any injuries, but said nothing more.