After an emotionally draining day, as well as a narrow escape from the explosions, extreme fatigue had hit the boy known as ‘367’.

"Is he awake yet?" Tessa questioned.

"Not yet, I’m afraid," Honch replied.

"367, please wake up!" 366 cried out.

“Ah, he’s stirring…!” Tessa exclaimed.

As 367 slowly began to open his eyes, 366 tackled him in an embrace.

“367, thank goodness you’re alright!” The girl cried out, getting snot on the boy’s shoulder.

“W-what’s going on...?” The boy questioned lethargically while struggling to wiggle out of 366’s death hold.

“You’ve had quite a long day; perhaps try not to move around too much,” Honch said, giving a soft smile.

367 stared blankly at the man for a few moments.

Yeah, a long day, no thanks to you, Honch… The boy thought to himself in annoyance.

“367, is something troubling you?” Tessa frowned, furrowing her brows.

“A-ah, it’s nothing…” The boy chuckled nervously.

“Tessa,” Honch began, placing a hand on the woman’s shoulder.

“Why don’t you maybe ta