The Smell of Bread and Distant Footsteps
10 chapitres En cours d'écriture Years after the fall and rebuild of No.6, Shion has settled into a quiet life working at his mother's bakery. The city is rebuilding, and so is he-kneading dough, greeting customers, and telling himself he's content. But some nights, when the streets are silent and the wind carries a familiar scent of rain, he swears he hears footsteps just beyond the door.
Then, one evening, he finds a dandelion tucked into the doorframe. A small, simple thing. A sign.
Shion doesn't know if it's meant for him or if he's only imagining what he wants to believe. But when a hooded traveler steps into the bakery one afternoon, fingers lingering just a little too long over the bread he buys, Shion doesn't need to ask.
He doesn't call out. Doesn't reach for him.
Instead, that night, he bakes an extra loaf-just in case.