The Three Who Changed The Script #2

"You're back Wakamo..."

Ziko in front of him heard the conversation behind him and decide to join them.

"Don't be like that Chise, Where is this Mr Nonchalant Vibe I know"

As they Proceed...

Chise, Hare, and Ziko followed a few steps behind Wakamo and Hina. The two ahead moved with focus and purpose, their figures barely visible through the faint orange glow of sunrise.

Chise walked in silence, his eyes still distant, his hands in his pockets. Every step echoed with thoughts he couldn't push away - Nagusa, the explosion, the faces he might never see again.

Hare glanced at him and sighed softly. "You'll burn a hole through the ground if you keep staring at it like that," she said, giving him a light elbow.

Ziko chuckled. "Yeah, man, cheer up a bit. You're starting to make the air sad."

Chise didn't respond at first. "I'm just... thinking," he muttered.

"Thinking too much," Hare replied. "That's your problem. You need a hobby. Like-"

"-like collecting bad ideas?" Ziko interrupted. "He's already good at that."

Hare snorted, trying to hold back her laugh. Chise looked up, frowning - but the corner of his lips twitched slightly.

"Oh look," Hare teased, "he almost smiled. Write it down, Ziko - rare sighting."

"Got it. Day one: Chise shows signs of being human," Ziko joked, pretending to take notes in the air.

Their laughter broke through the heavy silence, even making Hina glance back with a faint smile.

Chise sighed but couldn't help it - he smiled for real this time. "You two are idiots."

"Exactly," Hare said proudly. "And that's why we're still alive."

Ziko gave him a thumbs-up. "Come on, gloomy boy. The world's burning, but at least we're walking through it together."

Chise rolled his eyes and decided to dive in.

"If that's What you want. Alright I'll dive in."

"That's The Chelsea I know, my Boy"

"Yeah boy, say someone who's literally shorter than me"

"At least I'm taller than that egg head"

"You're but you're running away from him."

"So do you dumbass"

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After an hour of quiet walking, the group finally stopped. Before them stood an old, abandoned building, half-covered in ivy and shadow. The cracked windows and faded paint gave it a haunted look - like something straight out of a horror film.

Wakamo and Hina exchanged cautious glances before stepping forward. The air was still, thick with dust and the faint smell of rust.