Hanako awoke from her troubled dreams with a start. For a second, she thought she saw an eye, but it must have been the last snippets of some nightmare, she decided, as she rubbed her eyes.
"....Mister Guts!" she said. Not bothering to change from her nightgown, she stepped into the halls. The Sun was only just rising from the East, so that meant.....
That meant she could see him again.

"I-if only to find out what he was up to," she told herself, descending the stairs. Along the way she bumped into that bespectacled boy, carrying an armful of books and candles. He only gave her a suspicious look before dashing off. The burnt girl continued onwards, until she made her way to the sizable equipment shed.
"...Mister Guts?" she called, giving the door a few knocks. It creaked open, having been knocked loose on its hinges. Guts sat inside, leaning against his wall. Though he was now asleep, small bags ringed his eyes. That oversized sword rested sideways on his lap, and his clothes had rips; some of his wounds had reopened, no doubt from overexertion. Moreover, the room itself had taken tons of damage. Gouges marked the walls, the equipment was all broken, and the window itself was shattered. Shafts of light had entered the inside.
"Mister Guts... what did you do?" she asked quietly, sitting next to him. With a trembling hand, she reached out, and felt his iron one. Somehow, it felt warm. Placing one hand over it, she sat down next to the burly man, leaning against his hard, muscular arm, and looked around the room. Hanako had a sneaking suspicion this man was some kind of werewolf. Still, there was something about this man, she thought, something she wanted to be.
Resting her head on his shoulder, Hanako's eyes gently shut.