Revenge For My Best Friend

When they arrived at their hideout, Rin stood in front of the sofa, gripping Haruto's backpack. 

Without hesitation, she flipped it upside down, dumping its contents onto the table. 

A cascade of memory cards clattered against the surface, some even spilling onto the floor.

"Hey! Be careful with that! What if they break?" 

Haruto scolded, quickly kneeling to retrieve the fallen memory cards. He placed them gently on the table, frowning at Rin's recklessness.

Rin, unfazed, pulled a cigarette from the pocket on her thigh and lit it. After taking a slow drag, she exhaled a stream of smoke and smirked.

"Relax. They're not as fragile as you."

Haruto clicked his tongue but didn't argue.

Meanwhile, Rin began sorting through the memory cards, her sharp eyes skimming over the handwritten tags. 

Enji, Haruto, and Old Futto sat on the sofa, watching her work in silence. Eventually, Enji broke it.