The light remained perfectly still, as if embedded in the mist.
The white fog had lingered for a long time without dispersing, making anything even slightly farther away difficult to see clearly. In this town that seemed forgotten by the world, everything was deathly silent.
Leaning against a window plastered over with newspapers, the man held a Hunting Rifle in his arms, his gaze fixed on everything outside like an eagle's.
At one point, the man's ears twitched slightly. He then frowned and turned to look behind him.
Since every window in the room had been thoroughly covered with newspapers, the room was extremely dim. But the man had lived in such an environment for so long that he had already adapted to it.
In that darkness, the door to his room was quietly pushed open. As a little light leaked in, a haggard Woman carrying a lantern cautiously entered from outside.
Seeing the Woman come in, the man's expression softened, and he lowered the Hunting Rifle he had slightly raised.
"Emily, I've already told you not to disturb me at a time like this."
Deliberately lowering his voice, the man spoke with a trace of displeasure.
"What you need to do now is go back downstairs and take care of the child, not worry about things over here."
"I know, but we're running out of food."
She gently set the small lantern on a nearby table, and Emily's voice was heavy with exhaustion.
"Not only that, we're short on water too. Shirley is so hungry she can barely speak."
"...I'll go look for some later, once the fog recedes."
After a moment of silence, the man answered.
Gently setting down the Hunting Rifle, the man walked over and hugged the Woman, then kissed her on the cheek.
"Alright, now