"…The sun."

"Even in this damn place, the sun still rises."

At the end of December, the long dawn in Hartford, battered by a snowstorm, finally comes to an end.

The endless snowstorm slowly clears, and the thick clouds that seemed like they would forever cover the sky begin to move lazily northeastward, over Massachusetts.

Through the torn snow clouds, the dim but clear sky begins to show, and the first light of dawn starts to appear. The morning sunlight, which no one had wished for, pours over the snow piled up over ten centimeters deep, making it sparkle. It was a sight that felt almost sacred.

Of course, only the Dagger Team and the Laser Team, who had survived another day without any loss, were thinking that way.

- Haaah…!