To be sure, Itsumi tested the handle but found it locked. She crouched down, fiddling with the lock briefly before the door swung open. She took a heavy breath, gazing into the darkness.

After a couple minutes, Skyla was able to regain enough composure to sit on the ground, her legs folded under her. She put her head in her hands, still breathing deeply, but she was quiet. Her head was roaring with everything she had ignored and pushed away while she was locked away. Andy, Itsumi, the Yakuza, Aska, god, Aska. Her best friend and Andy pushed her to forget her, successfully made her forget her. She had failed, failed as a second, failed as a Yakuza, and failed as a friend.