A return to Chaos

After two long weeks, Haru finally stepped out of the hospital. His right hand was still wrapped in plaster, but the rest of his body had healed at an unbelievable rate. The doctors had been baffled, whispering among themselves about how a normal person would’ve taken months to recover from such severe injuries.

Before leaving, one of the senior doctors patted him on the shoulder with a proud smile. “Your arm is healing well, but it’ll take a few more weeks to fully recover. That said, considering the extent of your injuries, this is nothing short of a miracle.”

Haru gave a small smirk. “Guess I’m just built differently.”

The doctor chuckled. “That’s one way to put it. Be proud—you’re strong.”

With that, Haru left the hospital, stepping into the fresh air as a cool breeze brushed against his face. Two weeks inside those white walls had felt like an eternity. He stretched his uninjured arm and let out a deep sigh.

Freedom.