“It might be hard, but breathe through it.”

“‘M trying…”

“You’re going too fast. Just follow a natural rhythm.”

“Sorry…!”

That was not the conversation Reigen expected to hear in a priest’s house at midnight. He just wanted some more flatbread and cheese, but he couldn’t not get nosy. He peered around the corner, bread hanging from his mouth. He tentatively crunched down as he sidled up beside Hitomi to watch…whatever was happening between Doppio and this imposing woman.