~Hero Necro's Apartment ~
The ceiling fan hummed lazily overhead, its slow blades pushing warm air around the living room. Outside, the sun was beginning to dip beyond the horizon, bathing the apartment in a soft orange glow that filtered through the curtains.
Ace sat hunched over on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees, eyes fixed blankly on the floor. His hair was messy, and he looked like he hadn't slept well in days.
Across from him, Zia sat curled up on the single-seater, her legs pulled up to her chest, arms wrapped around them. Her eyes were swollen from too many silent tears, her fingers trembling slightly as she held onto her sleeves like they were the only thing grounding her.
"He's not back," Ace said quietly, breaking the long silence.
Zia didn't respond. She simply nodded, her chin resting on her knees.
Ace leaned back and exhaled. "It's been four days now."
"I know," she whispered.
