In the familiar room 2307, Emily found a long-lost sense of security.

To be precise, it was Mr. Satan’s warm embrace that made her feel so protected. She snuggled against his shoulder, relishing the feeling of being safe.

“Emily.”

“Yeah?”

Mr. Satan sat down on the sofa with her on his lap, gently combing a few strands of her hair with his fingers. “How are you feeling?”

Emily, holding onto his neck, felt sleepy. “...I should be okay.”

“Should be?”

“Here,” she pressed ...