Chapter 1: Way Back

After a long sleepless night, he managed to find her. Five years have passed, yet his six eyes can still clearly perceive her cursed energy. It pleases him greatly to see how much she has grown, her spiritual energy has changed a little over the years, but he knows even with his eyes closed, she's the same Kasumi Miwa he's completely in love with.

Village after village, town after town, traveling all over southern Tokyo, taking down a couple of horrendous curses in his path, he has finally managed to reach her, but of all the scenarios that arose in his fantasizing mind none of them have come true yet. And though she has turned him down at least three times since he got back in her path, he persists. He follows in her footsteps with a widened smile on his face and doesn't stop, like a lap dog. He's so happy to see her alive again and so strong that there is not even room inside his body to feel the least bit pathetic.

"I'll go with you. This time I'll do it right... I mean it," he promises her again as he watches her walk decisively in front of him. But, as the minutes pass and the city is, once again, covered in the thickest gloom, he begins to wonder where she's going. There is no electricity in this city anymore, the street lights don't turn on and he can barely glimpse the course thanks to the dim moonlight that from time to time is absent when clouds cover the night sky. "Kasumi-chan. It's getting dark, I can take you somewhere habited for the night," he says and she doesn't answer, just keeps walking. "I'm not implying that you spend the night with me, although that's negotiable," he tells her hopefully, raising his index finger as if she was seeing his suggestion.

She turns to look at him for a moment, and observes him in a rather peculiar way; as if she cannot believe how brazen he is, as if she has forgotten it over the years. However, she doesn't answer him, but continues walking towards a direction he doesn't know.

"Where are we going?" he asks and she sighs.

"You should go home, Gojou."

"Huh? Didn't you hear me? I'm coming with you. It's already dark... You're not planning to keep exorcising curses until dawn, are you?"

"Of course not... I'm going to sleep... not far from here."

Gojou is silent, dreading the answer that comes shortly after, when Kasumi enters a house whose walls have been filled with green vines, with the grass grown at least half a meter high. He stops when she opens the door and turns to look at him.

"What? Too humble?" she smiles at him and enters the small house.

He walks into the gloom, ducks a little to get under the door frame and watches Kasumi light a candle on a small dining table. On the other side is a sleeping bag on a sofa and some open cans of food next to the candles.

"Kasumi, I can take you wherever you want to go," he suggests again in a less animated tone.

"No need," she replies, pulling a backpack out from under the sofa. She leaves a couple of cans on the table and a clean fork, "I just need to sleep for a few hours and tomorrow I'll finish the job." At this point she hopes that the gloomy scenario manages to scare him, but it does not. Gojou closes the door behind him and takes a seat in one of the chairs in front of the table. "But you should go, this is my job."

"I told you I can take you anywhere you want, you know I can bring you here first thing tomorrow."

"How do you think I got things done before you got here? It's not like I can just go back to town for the night and come back. It's easier this way... plus it's hard to find a decent house... one where I won't find a corpse or a curse..."

Satoru meditates for a moment on Kasumi's words. He imagines that she's been going through this routine for quite some time now and seems to be fully prepared to spend the night here.

"Okay, I guess... What are we having for dinner?" he asks, regaining his spirit, smiling broadly.

"Are you really planning to stay?" He nods and Kasumi's shoulders drop, she doesn't have the strength to argue with him anymore. She grabs her backpack and pulls out a couple of plastic containers of instant ramen. "I was going to save it for the last few days, but I guess you deserve it for exorcising that curse for me. And also, for...everything you've been through in the last few days..."

"Can we count this as our first official date?"

Kasumi's jaw drops, still manages to surprise her that he can be so persistent in this quest that makes no sense to her. She looks at the plastic containers, one in front of her, the other between Satoru's long fingers, and sighs again.

"Does this even qualify as a date?" she asks as she stands up and picks up a teapot to fill it with drinking water.

"Well, we kissed twice today so I'd say yes, it's a date."

"It's not, for it to be a date, you have to ask me out and I have to accept..."

"Oh, well... So, do you want to have dinner with me, Kasumi-chan?"

Gojou overlooks the tiredness in Miwa's eyes, completely passes over the expression on her face.

"We'll have dinner together," she says, recovering the determined tone of her voice, "but it's not a date. Gojou... Shouldn't you be in Tokyo...?"

"I have more important matters to attend to at the moment. How long do you plan to spend here?"

"Until there's not a single curse in town," she says, waiting for the water to boil. "That's the idea."

"And how long have you been here?"

"At least a week. I think so."

"Alone?"

"That's right."

"Who hired you?"

"Why so many questions?"

"Why? Huh... Well, I haven't heard from you in the last few years... I'm very curious to know what you've been doing all this time."

"I know, but... could we just... eat? I feel a little dazed... I mean, I know you've spent a lot of time... sealed away. But I'm still processing things and this feels kind of... weird."

"It's okay," he finishes, agreeing, not losing the look on his face.

Water boils over a small stove and Gojou opens his bowl for Kasumi to fill, then covers it and she does the same with hers. He watches her sit wearily and thank her for the food before dipping his chopsticks into the soup. He smiles as he watches her, illuminated only by the dim light of the single candle she has lit.

It's the same beautiful face he saw the last time he was by her side, though there are slight changes in her appearance, her cheeks no longer look as full as they did years ago, her eyelashes seem longer, as does her hair. He can't help but notice the unbuttoned buttons on her shirt and wonder if she has gained some weight in the right places. So many hours watching her walk from behind had also led him to that conclusion, though he hasn't mentioned it to her yet.

"What?" she asks, feeling Gojou's gaze on herself, despite being covered by a dark bandage.

"Nothing... I was just wondering if we'll both fit into that sleeping bag," he comments, glancing sideways at the couch.

The arches of Miwa's lips curl up and she dodges his gaze before her smile finishes forming. It's hard not to fall for his jokes.

"You flatter yourself too much. It's not going to happen."

"I know, I just wanted to know if I can still make you laugh."

Kasumi looks at him, not seeming to be bothered by the band covering his face in the least. She has a tired face, but he doesn't know if she's tired because of the daily duties she has been carrying out for a week or because of his personality, which he recognizes is quite unpleasant. Whatever the reason is, it is enough to make Gojou stop insisting, even if it is half joking, half real.

"Just be quiet and eat..." she says, returning to her ramen, but this time Gojou manages to see a slight curve on her lips.

If it weren't for the dim light, he would also see the soft blush beginning to tinge her cheeks. If he had sharper ears he would clearly hear Kasumi's intense heartbeat. So thunderous over her chest that she fears he might hear it at any moment and gain more assurance about what he has already told her; that she is a liar and that she still loves him.

The truth is she wants to believe that she doesn't, but his very presence makes her doubt how true this is. She wants to believe that she's just happy to see him alive and smiling the same as before, even though just two days ago she was part of a terrible fight in which Yuuji Itadori died. Miwa's smile blurs just thinking about it and she looks at him sideways while eating on the other side of the table. It's not possible for Gojou to be so cool after all that...

An idea begins to form inside her mind, maybe Gojou is just desperately looking for some company after so much suffering.

"Thank you for the meal," he says as he finishes.

Kasumi takes her time. She avoids looking him in the eye and her mind fills with questions she doesn't ask. These questions aren't new, many times she has thought about them over the years. She wonders what it is like inside the prison realm, what the passage of time feels like in there, what he has been doing and what he would be thinking for so many years. Then she wonders how he must have taken the news of all the people he lost and whether he's there alone to avoid facing it all. And that uncertainty weighs on her, so much so that she doesn't think she can send him back to Tokyo. It's difficult for her not to give help, even to someone who has been able to hurt her so much in the past.

"I'm going to change," Kasumi says, getting up from the table, "If you want to sleep on the other couch, you'll probably find some blankets in the rooms. I can't guarantee they'll be clean, though."

"The sleeping bag offer still stands."

"I'm sorry, it's for a single person of one meter sixty."

Gojou smiles, the task of winning back a woman he knows practically nothing about is proving particularly fun for him.

Kasumi goes into the bathroom and he gets up from the table to pick up the empty containers. He looks around, everything looks pretty clean despite the fact that this city seems to have been abandoned for a very long time. He wonders what has happened, he didn't even give Megumi time to fill him in on the situation of the country.

After a few minutes, when Gojou is already sitting on the one-body sofa, Kasumi comes out of the bathroom wearing a long T-shirt and shorts. It doesn't take long before she wraps herself in the sleeping bag and then looks at him out of the corner of her eye.

"It's not too cold during the night... but you should look for a coat..."

"Don't worry about me, Kasumi-chan. Just rest."

She'd like to say she doesn't worry about him, but even after all she's been through, she's happy to see him again. It's impossible not to be grateful to him for ending the horror that turned the whole country upside down. That which began in Shibuya and spread like a poison through every city, turning her life into a living hell.

She hasn't lied to him when she mentioned to him that she felt dizzy. Gojou's recent return feels unreal, as much as the confession he professed to her a few hours ago, twice. The very memory embarrasses her and she covers her face with the sleeping bag hoping it will be enough to hide the constant reaction of her cheeks.

She certainly doesn't believe him, not at all. Over the years she has come to believe that someone like Gojou is simply incapable of loving someone like her, perhaps not capable of loving anyone at all but himself. However, this certainty has not made her resent him, has not led her to hate him, nor does she carry any negative emotions with her. Kasumi feels nothing but compassion for this man who has been chasing her around this ruined city for several hours now. Perhaps she has only managed to feel desperate moments of frustration and sadness, an ephemeral hatred that ended up being erased between tears and desires that never came true.

"Gojou..." she pronounces softly and he lifts his chin in her direction. Kasumi looks at him for a moment, "Are you really okay?"

Satoru listens to her question, full of sorrow. If he were honest with himself, he would say that he hasn't asked himself that question since he left the seal.

"Are you worried about me?" he asks and extends a slightly lopsided smile.

"Of course I am, after everything that has happened it would be quite normal for you not to feel well. Any normal person..."

"You said it, Kasumi. Any normal man... I'm Gojou Satoru," he answers, without losing the smugness in his tone. "I'm the strongest, still."

Kasumi stifles another sigh. She observes his confident expression, the way he folds his arms and raises his chin, still believing himself to be the eighth wonder of the world. This display of vanity is enough to remind her who she's talking to. Perhaps she was wrong to believe at some point that Gojou, at the end of the day, was as much a man and as mortal as anyone else, despite his monstrous powers.

"Goodnight, Gojou..."

"Good night, Kasumi-chan."

He walks over to the table, blows out the candle after moistening two fingers and sits back down on the couch with both hands in his pockets. Kasumi has trouble sleeping with him there, she even goes so far as to think that everything that happened today was just another dream in which she meets him again, like so many she has had before. However, it doesn't seem to be. She has kissed him twice today and somehow her lips still tingle from his touch. Her heart won't stop pounding and she has a hard time falling completely asleep. Perhaps it's because she senses he won't be there when she wakes up, though she's been determined to send him back the way he came since she met him again. Still, it's an idea that robs her of sleep. It's still a palpable fear; the fear of waking up to realize that all this has been nothing more than the dream of a mind tired of battle.

Gojou waits silently on the other side, looking closely at her face half-covered by her flowing hair. He glances at the katanas clutched on the back of a chair and sees the blue flashes on their hilt. He has no idea how many hairs are sewn into each one, but the entire hilt looks completely covered in cyan blue. Kasumi is probably afraid of being without her swords, perhaps something has happened in the past that forced her to carry two and she is too smart a girl to let herself make the same mistake twice.

After an hour has passed, and with Kasumi completely asleep, Gojou stands up. He's been thinking about this idea ever since she told him about how much time she's been spending alone in this desert city. He fears waking her if he opens the door, so he puts his palms together and disappears from the room without a trace. In the blink of an eye, he's over the city with his eyes wide open, searching every abandoned nook and cranny.

"Time to get to work..." he says to himself with a smile. "Let's see... there are three in that direction. One under the bridge and five more in the commercial area. Two in the cemetery, one in that market... and several in the residential area..." He claps his palms together and cracks his knuckles.

In the early morning hours, the sun slips through the fragile white curtains, torn, probably eaten by an insect. Kasumi separates her eyelashes and as she does so she sees the blurry figure of Gojou, still sitting on the couch. What begins as a smudge of white and purple tints quickly becomes clear. His face is resting on his knuckles and the edges of his smile rise as he watches her sit up. Kasumi yawns and carves her eyes, then blinks several times and sees him again. She really expected him not to be there.

"You're still here..." comes out of her lips without thinking too much about it.

"Oh... were you afraid I wasn't?" he asks, resting both elbows on his legs, leaning in her direction. "I don't plan on going anywhere without you, Kasumi."

She gets up from the couch and picks up a bottle of water to take a sip. She wraps up the sleeping bag and looks at him one last time without saying anything to leave for the bathroom again. She can't answer his insinuations because she feels her tongue tangle inside her mouth, so she decides not to say anything at all. Nothing is better than babbling or a half-stuttered answer.

"Kasumi-chan," he calls to her from the other side of the door, "What's Kyoto's condition?"

"Huh?" she mumbles, with her toothbrush in her mouth. "Relatively normal... People are working and children are going to school..."

"Are there places to eat?"

"Yes, are you planning to go to Kyoto?"

"Sure, I'll go with you."

Kasumi spits out the toothpaste and takes a sip of water to rinse herself. She turns in disbelief to the door and waits for him to explain himself, but he doesn't. She buttons up her shirt again, puts on her pants and walks out to find him standing on the other side. Kasumi lifts her chin and sees him, alert, quickly turns away and puts on the harness of her katanas.

"It might take a while until I exorcise all the curses."

"I've already taken care of that."

She stops on her way to the door and turns to him.

"What did you say?"

"I figured you'd want to go home so I finished the job for you while you slept."

"You can't be serious..."

"It was easy, it only took me a couple of hours, but the city is clean."

Suddenly she doesn't know what to do, she doesn't know whether to be offended or grateful. It's not like she likes sleeping here every night and living on canned food, but this doesn't sit well with her.

"You should have asked if I felt comfortable with your help. I get paid to do this."

"Huh? I'm a sorcerer too, Kasumi. It's my job, just like yours."

She has nothing to answer. Though she'd like to continue this discussion for some frustrating reason she doesn't understand. She frowns and begins to gather her things. Gojou watches her, sees her walking around the house with a frown on her face stuffing her belongings into a backpack and adjusting it on her back.

"Then I'm leaving, thank you for your help Gojou-san," she says before grabbing the door knob.

"Wait, are you mad? Are you mad at me?" he asks, confused. "But I didn't do anything wrong, wait! Kasumi! Kasumi-chan!" he calls her, but she doesn't turn in his direction. "You've become proud, Kasumi!" He yells at her, following her footsteps again, "Hey! Kasumi! Wouldn't it be easier if I took you to Kyoto? Do you always do this on foot?"

"Of course not," she replies and takes some keys out of her pocket. "You don't have to take me, I can get back by myself..."

"You have a car? Why did you leave it so far away?"

"It's not like someone's going to steal it... Besides, I usually drive around the city before I find a place where I can spend the night."

Satoru had already imagined this scenario during the night, while she slept. He imagined Kasumi arriving in this city, all alone, going through a dozen houses until she found the least corroded by the passage of time, setting up her camp and then getting down to work.

"It's been difficult, hasn't it?"

Kasumi continues walking without looking back. She finds a strange feeling in Satoru's voice, she doesn't know if it's pity.

"I've managed."

"I see. You seem to be managing too well, is the pay good?"

"It's good enough."

Gojou sees her pull up next to a small, blue, three-door car. It has no alarm and it takes Kasumi just one turn of the key to open the door and get in. He walks to the window and sees her through it. Kasumi isn't sure what she should do. Sending him back to Tokyo would mean nothing more than forcing him to face something he may not be ready for. Inviting him to accompany her may only stir up her tangled feelings even more. She sees him on the other side of the glass, perhaps waiting for an invitation. She feels defeated, Kasumi is not one of those people who can abandon someone in the middle of the road, even if she has had bad experiences getting strangers into her car. She leans over the passenger seat and lifts the door lock. Then she turns to him, looks at him for a moment and then turns her eyes back to the road.

"Get in the car..."

A light chuckle escapes Satoru's lips as he turns around and gets into the car. He quickly discovers that it's too small for someone of his height. His legs are too long and he spreads them so far apart that he touches the gearshift lever with his knee.

"There's a lever under the seat to adjust it," Kasumi advises, pointing her finger. Gojou reaches between his legs, but can't find it.

"Where?"

"There, further to the left."

"I can't find it."

"Let me."

Kasumi leans over, one hand gripping the steering wheel and the other between Gojou's legs. But before he can comment on that, the seat goes back and Kasumi returns to her seat, puts on her seatbelt and starts the car.

"Put your seatbelt on," she orders him, even though her request makes no sense when it comes to the strongest shaman in the world. Perhaps it's because she's used to saying this every time her brothers get into her car.

"I never had a road trip with anyone. I should have brought something to eat," he says when the car starts moving.

"If you want to look in the back seat, I usually pack a few things before I leave."

Satoru stretches toward the back of the car, forcing Kasumi to lean her body against the window. His torso is so wide that the car feels terribly small for the two of them. She hears him rummaging through her things, probably in search of something sweet to eat.

"I can't wait to see Sochi," he says. "Not so much to see Kano, but I guess he has to like me if I want to be part of his family."

The vehicle comes to a sudden stop and Gojou hits the windshield, he still hadn't complied with her request to buckle up. Kasumi looks annoyed, so annoyed that her brow furrowed; she even has her lips pursed downward.

"I-I'd better clear this situation up before we go any further," she says, losing her composure a little.

"I'm fine with that," he replies, settling back into the passenger seat.

"I'm going to take you to Kyoto with me, but only because I still feel esteem for you... in spite of everything. I-I think... I think we could even be friends... eventually. If you really ever gave a damn about me or came to care about me, maybe we can be... be friends. But don't think I'm still a smitten girl, I've learned my lesson. Now, stop joking around, stop pretending you want to try again. It's not funny anymore."

"I wasn't trying to be funny."

"Then what are you trying to be? Because if you ask me, it sounds like you're making fun of me."

"I'm not... I'm not making fun of you. I just... I don't know how to do this," he answers and smiles, as if admitting something he's a little embarrassed about. "How am I supposed to prove my intentions to you if you don't give me the chance?"

"Maybe you were just lonely for too long, and you just need some company. That I can understand... better than you think. Just stop making those jokes, I don't want you to mention any of that to Sochi or Kano. They have no idea about... what happened between you and me. Just try to be my friend, that's all I can offer you and if you're not willing to accept it then get out of—."

"Deal," he replies, settling back in his seat and then buckling his seat belt. "But, let it be clear that I won't give up. You know it Kasumi, better than me, you still have feelings for me and I'm going to prove it to you."

"In that case the new rule of the road trip is that you are forbidden to talk."

"Nothing?"

"Absolutely nothing."

"But it's a long trip to Kyoto, by car it must be at least six hours."

"Absolutely nothing," Kasumi repeats in a demanding tone.

"Okay, okay, absolutely nothing," he replies and gestures with his hand over his mouth, as if he were closing up a zipper.

Despite the work it requires of him, Gojou manages to remain silent for at least two hours of the six-hour trip. Then he whistles a song cautiously, as if he has found a loophole in his contract with Kasumi. She doesn't object, her car has no stereo and the silence has become boring. After another hour he sings a song she hasn't heard in years. It must be one of the last songs Gojou heard before he was sealed. The thought depresses her and she ends up humming along with his voice, swaying slightly from side to side until he finally breaks his promise.

"Uhm... Kasumi-chan, what day is it today?"

She glances sideways at him; he looks at the road and has stopped singing for quite a while.

"It's July 24... 2023."

"Summer."

"Yes."

"You always work alone?" He asks after a long silence and Kasumi decides not to remind him of his promise to keep quiet.

"No... I used to have a partner."

"Oh..."

He's silent again. Possibilities pile up in his mind and avoids asking what happened to this partner; if Kasumi might have seen him die or under what circumstances they parted ways. An idea intrudes in his brain, a chance that feeds on the insecurity generated by Miwa's constant rejection.

He imagines it, he knows it. He knows the tension that is generated at the height of a battle. It shouldn't be hard to feel that same sensation in a setting like this, so lacking in warmth. The adrenaline rush that drove Kasumi into his arms several times, in fact, was due to a life-threatening curse. How many times could she have experienced that? It wouldn't be uncommon for her to let herself fall into the arms of a companion, after being saved by a hair's breadth. Sharing a desolate place in which to sleep, in desert cities, the possibilities are too great not to ponder them.

"He didn't die, if that's what you're thinking," she says, as the silence that weighed inside the car after answering him has become too obvious to her. "We just... had a few differences. Nothing serious, we're still friends."

"I see."

Gojou meditates again. He hopes it wasn't as abrupt a break as his break with Suguru. However, he doesn't dare ask. The earlier idea keeps niggling in his mind.

"Is it still a long way off? I could use a spell to send you, car and all, to Kyoto. I've never used it on objects, but I think I could do it."

"Don't you like to travel by road? I like it, it's quiet. Mostly, I enjoy it after spending so much time exorcising curses. There aren't many places to vacation in Japan anymore... It's nice to see the countryside from time to time. Kyoto has become very crowded, after Shibuya..." after uttering this word, Kasumi swallows. She fears that the mere mention of the station will cause some effect on Gojou, "the survivors were evacuated to the cities that were still standing."

"It was chaotic, wasn't it?"

"Yes. The national evacuation plan was very poorly organized... Momo and I worked very hard at the beginning... The government of Japan formed a division to deal with the anomalies. That's what they call them..."

"Anomalies... huh? Sounds rather frivolous for what they really are. The Japanese government tends to downplay things so as not to scare the population."

"I know, but they had to do something. We weren't enough shamans for all of Japan."

"What exactly happened?"

"You don't know? You really left Tokyo without asking any questions?"

Kasumi looks at him again, for a while now she has started to worry about Gojou's mental state and the reason why he avoids going back to Tokyo.

"I was in a hurry. Hey, is there still kikufuku in Kyoto?"

"We'll stop by to buy some on the way home," she replies, smiling, then continues. "After you were sealed... Kenjaku used Uzumaki on several cities in Japan... At first it was estimated that 10 million curses were released across the country... In twenty-three cities, which were almost completely destroyed."

"Yes... I could see the craters in the way. There's still cursed energy coming out of them."

"We were able to go around them with scrolls, but it was difficult to reach them. Osaka is the new capital of the country and Tokyo has been declared a restricted area for the rest of the population. Only we shamans are allowed to cross the prefecture. The good part is that after so many curses were released, the number of windows increased significantly."

"It must be related; the universe always finds a way to balance the scales."

"I guess so, although with so many windows in the rest of the country the work has increased a lot and the government has tried to recruit shamans several times."

"Ah... it all got out of hand," he says to himself and folds his arms. "I thought it was all over a few days ago, but considering what you say there's still a lot to do. You're doing a good job, Kasumi. You've become a very strong woman... your spiritual energy has grown a lot since the last time I saw you. Even though you had such a bad sensei as Utahime."

"Hey... have some respect. Utahime had a plan to free you even though she would have preferred to kill you."

"If her plan had worked, I wouldn't have been sealed for five years."

"She didn't had time, it all happened too fast... I was there too, you know? It wasn't easy... It wasn't easy to run away knowing that they had you in their power. I was very weak back then, well... even today I wouldn't have been able to do anything about it. The situation overwhelmed us all."

"Did you go to Shibuya for me?"

"Of course."

Gojou is speechless, though this only lasts for a moment.

"Even though you knew you had no chance of winning? You could have died, Kasumi."

"That doesn't matter now."

"You move me, you know?" He says, turning on the seat in her direction and sees the blush rising on her cheeks, he widens his smile. "I would have gone for you, too."

"We all went for you, Gojou. No one was going to abandon you."

Satoru's chest twists inside. All those who died in Shibuya did so seeking to free him. This certainty is painful, too painful to keep smiling.

"I'm sorry I let them catch me."

"The important thing is that you're alive," she replies, smiling in his direction for a moment before turning her eyes back to the road. It's just getting harder and harder to be this close to him.

Hello Reader! Thank you so much for all your comments, I really didn't expect that so many people were waiting for this sequel. I really have Disenchantment in my heart, I wrote it stirring inside me and I gave myself completely to the story. Now that you have read the first chapter, I would like to tell you that I plan something more adult, obviously since Miwa has grown up a lot in these years. I hope that in this new story I can reconnect with at least some of you on a personal level, that you can see yourselves reflected in this pair and how difficult human relationships are and what is involved in getting into them, trauma and loneliness, which I think will be the most important factors I plan to cover in this story. Of course, the setting is completely different and I will include quite a few OCs, as well as organizations that have formed from the Shibuya incident. In the next chapter we are going to see the little Miwa family again and I am very excited about it.

Many thanks also to Mint Esthete and kaywritethat or their nice reviews. I am deeply grateful for your words and they give me a lot of encouragement to go ahead with this new story. I hope you enjoyed this new chapter, even though not much has happened. I promise the next one will be much more interesting, see you soon!