"How do you feel, Sin?" Hina asked me, fixing the knot of my tie for the seventh time.
She insisted on doing this for me but she was terrible at it. When I told her I would get Ema to help me out instead—as I still couldn't move my left arm very well without pain—she mumbled something something about how she must learn to do it so she can do it from now on.
"I'm fine, Miss. How about you?"
Although we had been receiving updates from the office in recent weeks, this was the first time Hina—and I—were to make a public appearance since that bloody night.
The legal battle and the political power games were still on-going, but as the winter was entering its final days, the country was reawakening back from its hibernation. Stock markets were open again, the government was starting to function albeit with reduced scope and efficiency, and people had to work.
Work.
Work was what I joined the Chan Group for.
Work was what I thought I would be doing with Hina.
