"It's alright. My sister said she could give you some clothes, so just accept them. It's not a big deal," Keith said nonchalantly, not understanding why the girl was so hesitant over something as simple as clothing.
But Kisha understood—she had been in that position before. She knew just how difficult it was to get decent clothes, especially after the world had changed.
That's why she had once fretted over every shirt, every jacket, every piece of fabric they could find. And, she had even prioritized a mission to raid a textile factory, determined to secure as much material as possible. It wasn't just about comfort—it was survival.
Kisha had also begun planning how they could produce their own fabric, aiming for self-sufficiency. The weather had become unpredictable—one moment, scorching heat; the next, bone-chilling cold.
