That burden on his chest is still there and probably will remain as long as he lives. But at least, he has a home now.

"Chuuya~" A whine from a boy dressed in black annoyed Chuuya out of his wits. "What?! We're currently on a fucking mission!"

"Good job, (Y/N)!" An enclosed space was engulfed by loud applauses. The place is full of light, artificial lights to be exact. Pieces of green cloth hang over the whole area, painting it with an eye-...

White. Everything is covered with a bright, white light, slowly embracing them toward a world where all things will start anew.