Well, that explained why he’d looked so familiar from a distance. Katsuko stared back, wide-eyed, at a man she’d given up for dead months ago. For a moment, the only sound in the elevator was her ragged breathing.

Her voice cracked. “Ryouma.”

He was thinner, harder and darker, with new shadows in his eyes and hollow cheeks--but he was here, and he was breathing, and he was alive. She didn’t even know she’d moved until she collided with him, wrapping her arms around his chest in a frantic hug.