Mira couldn't help but feel victorious inside as she caught the keys in one smooth motion. Never in a million years had she thought he would agree.<br/><br/>It could be a trap. She wasn't really sure, and the chance of going home was far too tempting to be worried about any danger. Mira wasn't exactly thrilled that Kai was going to stick around for a week, but she supposed it was better than being suddenly alone. Chuck was gone now.<br/><br/>That thought seemed to make her brain stutter for a moment and something akin to pain crossed her face--it was gone as quickly as it came. Even if Chuck was gone, she still had her own life to live. She felt guilty, regardless.<br/><br/>Mira came back to reality as the sound of the outside world flooded her ears. The air seemed more crisp and fresh than earlier in the day. She could sense the freedom in it, gleefully making her way to the car.<br/><br/>"I'll fix you up when we get home..." she said as she looked over to Kai in the passenger seat. He didn't respond aside from giving a small tch. She didn't seem to mind it, starting the car and going on her way.<br/><br/>The drive was fast as Mira did not seem intent on wasting any time. She didn't wait for Kai as she jumped out of her driver's seat and bolted up the stairs. It wasn't until she came to her door that she hesitated. The door was slightly open. She pushed it all the way open, bracing herself for anything that might jump out.<br/><br/>But nothing was there.<br/><br/>Mira’s breath felt stuck in her lungs as she surveyed the apartment and Kai was soon next to her. It seemed someone was looking for her. Her favorite lamp was shattered on the floor, books were ripped apart, any type of storage was opened and rifled through without care—everything was a mess. Why someone needed to go through her stuff, she didn’t know…unless…<br/><br/>Her eyes turned to take in Kai’s face, his own eyes taking in the scene. Whoever it was…they were trying to find a connection between her and Kai. Kai’s eyes finally darted to look at hers, but they didn’t linger for long. She pushed some hair out of her face, blood encrusted fingers coming to view---right, she was absolutely disgusting. Her white-haired companion was still a mess as well, at least in terms of injuries. She needed to pop his shoulder back into place. It wouldn’t be difficult; she had to pop Chuck’s shoulder into place all the time in the morning. He had a shit shoulder.<br/><br/>"Hey, Kai..." she mumbled, he turned to face her and suddenly she grabbed his dislocated arm, jerking it in a quick, practiced motion. A sickening pop was heard as it suctioned back in place and she felt a bit of satisfaction in the sound.