Everything went to hell.

Masato ruined a desk. Akira had already entered the gallery. While Mitsuki and Kozue seemed content to play it safe with him, the damage was already done. They were not dead, however. That was a positive outcome.

Yori stared at Akira for a few long, uncomfortable moments. He wanted to jerk him back. He wanted to slap him. He wanted to just walk away.

"Fine. We're going in. Together."

But the damage was done.