บท 72: Calm morning

Oliver awoke with a stretch, the futon beneath him providing a surprisingly good night's sleep. A satisfying yawn escaped him as he took a moment to revel in the comfort of the modest room. His fingers instinctively traced over his body, a silent check to ensure he was unharmed.

The memories of the previous night were still vivid in his memories and Oliver couldn't help but find them chaotic, after all, his life had never been easy after Victoria disappeared.

"Guess I made it through the night in one piece," he muttered to himself, a faint smile playing on his lips. His gaze swept the room, searching for any sign of Fujikiri, but she was nowhere to be seen.

"Fujikiri must have slipped out while I was catching some sleep and rest," he thought, a touch of disappointment in his eyes. He knew she had her own agenda, and their paths might not cross again anytime soon or she might even be his enemy when they meet next time.