Miki, the group’s medic, looked up from a tattered map. "Kaito, the 'welovemanga' archives mentioned a supply cache in the basement, but the Raws suggest it’s a nest now. Are you sure about this?"
The safehouse smelled of canned beans and damp concrete. Kaito wiped his blade on a torn curtain, watching the sunset bleed orange through the boarded windows. Behind him, three women rested — each for different reasons. Miki, the group’s medic, looked up from a tattered map