As the morning sun dawns, Elodie walks up to Kendrick who is still sleeping soundly. His resting face has always been cute but today, he looks different and uneasy. His eyes are squeezed shut, his brows furrowed, his lips twitching in discomfort.

Elodie watches him with a pained expression. It must be the pain from his wound. She reaches out to his head, gently placing her palm on it.

As if all his worries are being erased, Kendrick's jerky movements cease. His shoulders relax, his eyes fluttering open. Just as he had wished, Elodie is here before him, her presence exuding warmth and fervor.

“Where are you going?” He asks,...