The salty smell of the seawater fills the air. There is nothing but ocean around the lifeboat. Kiyota’s brown hair is soaked, clinging to his face. His clothes are drenched, and they cling to his frame. Kiyota is sitting on the opposite side of the lifeboat. He is staring blankly at the horizon, his brown eyes glazed over slightly. Kiyota: “…”
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