Taking her back. To his world. To his home. Katsuya nods and gets up from the couch and leads Verity back to his door.

It's different now, with Schon's magic holding it together. Barely looks like the simple glass door it once was. A constant reminder of his failure. He tugs the serpentine handle and leads them to his apartment.

The first thing Verity will notice is the thin layer of dust. Proving how little rest he's had between work and hunting demons. The second is how utterly quiet it is. There's a television that hasn't been used in years, old magazines on the coffee table, neither of which is cooking related.

There are photos in the shelves. A stern man with a warm looking woman and two bliss in front. The older with thick glasses holding his younger brother by the hand. They're all smiling.

A very androgynous student in a boys blue uniform pulling an iris from their front pocket as they get on the back of a motorcycle with a boy in a black uniform, remarkably similar to Katsuya in appearance.

A photo laid frame down.

Katsuya weekends get into his home quietly. As though he doesn't quite remember what is like to have someone else here.

"Here we are..."