Kaito and I spend hours combing through the mess of our study room, sorting all the prototypes, test logs, and design specs. Piecing together irrefutable proof of my innocence bit by painstaking bit. We work in comfortable silence, the easy partnership falling into place again. Having Kaito here at my side again is bittersweet, but I’m glad for it. I need to learn to forgive and move on.
My fingers trace familiar lines and curves as I sift through drawings, remembering late nights and endless cups of coffee. All the blood, sweat and tears poured into this shared dream before everything fell apart.