The heavy silence of the abandoned Love Hotel pressed down on Haruto like a suffocating blanket. The only sound left in the room was the faint creaking of the old floorboards under Reina's footsteps as she stood up from him. The dust motes danced in the golden sunlight that sliced through the broken windows, and the air still smelled of her squirt, his cum, and the stale rot of years of sex.
She got a phone call.
Reina didn't stay. She simply turned, picked up her discarded sundress, and slipped it on without bothering to clean herself. She took the knife from the bed and tucked it into her waistband, then walked to the door. Before she left, she leaned down and gave Haruto one last look — her eyes cold and satisfied.
"I'll be back soon," she said sweetly, as if nothing had happened. "Stay exactly where you are."
The door clicked shut behind her.
