Bizarre Honkai, a Wife-Chasing Crematorium

"Thank you…" Mei whispered, wiping away her tears.

Li Mo watched impassively. He didn't understand her tears, nor did he need to. Bizarre entities with human personalities were still bound by their rules, their quirks.

He was more concerned with his own survival. How would he escape the Bizzare Kiana after returning to the new world? He could reach the cave, but she'd left a medium within him, a connection he couldn't sever. She'd been gentle before, but he couldn't guarantee she always would be.

The Notebook's plan was too risky. It hadn't explained how he'd survived. Just that Bizarre Mei would fight the Bizzare Kiana. No details.

He looked at Mei, a perfect imitation of a human, her emotions, her reactions, all flawlessly mimicking a normal girl. If not for the evidence, he would have believed she was human.

A stable entity.

Bizarre Mei was hiding from reality, just like the human Mei had. As long as the human Mei didn't confront her past, Bizarre Mei remained dormant.

Could he use this? Her guilt? Her attachment to her "family"?

Taking her back to his world… it was a gamble. Her stability was an advantage, preventing the spread of Bizarre contamination. But if she lost control…

He remembered the Notebook's warning: find a countermeasure for the Bizzare Kiana. This might be his only chance.

"It all depends on whether she can hold her own against the Bizzare Kiana."

"Leave. Take Mei."

"Brother?"

"What?"

"Walk with me. I want to remember this place."

"A ruined city? There's nothing to remember."

"It was… scary before. Walking these empty streets alone. But with you here… it feels different."

Li Mo checked his phone. 2:00 PM. Six hours. Sitting here was pointless. He, with his Bizarre-enhanced body, was unaffected by the sun's heat. But Mei, despite her true nature, still felt it.

Sweat plastered her hair to her face, beads of perspiration glistening on her skin. She wiped her forehead with her sleeve, then tucked her damp hair behind her ear, glancing at him shyly.

"Alright."

He walked beside her, through the ruins, their pace slow, the silence broken only by the crunching of debris under their feet.

Mei had lied. She didn't want to remember this city. It was a fabrication, a comforting lie created by the Bizarre Mei.

"The other me… she walked these streets for a long time… until she couldn't bear to face reality anymore."

Li Mo knew. Mei had returned to him, seeking forgiveness, after witnessing the world's destruction. But it was too late.

Was it the old world Li Mo's fault? He hadn't intended to destroy the world. Even in his final moments, he'd been trying to understand humanity, their contradictions, their cruelty, their kindness.

He'd died seeking answers, his questions unanswered.

"But this world… it's not as scary as I thought." Mei turned, a gentle smile gracing her lips, a touch of warmth in her eyes. Even the ruins seemed less desolate.

Li Mo nodded, continuing their walk.

Mei's pace quickened, as if pulling him towards the edge of this empty world. The crumbled remains of Chiba Academy, the rusted basketball hoop, the overgrown windows… the broken bridge, its fractured surface a gaping maw… remnants of a lost civilization.

He hadn't noticed the details before, too focused on his mission. Now, he saw the beauty in the decay, the serenity in the silence.

A normal person would break under the weight of this solitude. But Mei, a Bizarre entity trapped in a human form, couldn't even find solace in death.

She walked lightly, her steps almost joyful, as if embracing the emptiness.

"Three hours. Time to go."

Mei stopped, turning to him, her expression wistful.

"Yes… it's time…"

"You seem… reluctant."

"No! It's just… walking with you like this… it's… nice."

"That's not normal. Humans need social interaction. Isolation leads to madness."

"I won't run away anymore."

The return journey was less leisurely, the ending of a story rarely as captivating as its beginning.

Mei reached for his hand. "It's cold!"

"You can let go." His body radiated a deathly chill, a consequence of his three deaths.

The sun began to set, painting the sky in hues of orange and red. Soon, darkness would return, consuming the last vestiges of light.

The end was approaching.