"We're...the ones who can't…?" Abigaille's voice quivered.
"No. No way. I'm perfectly healthy! I've had checkups, everything's fine!" Nina's face scrunched in denial.
Camilla ran both hands through her hair. "Oh god, don't even say that, Abi. Don't curse us like that."
Bella whimpered softly. "B-But what if it's true…?"
The room descended into anxious murmurs, each woman's voice overlapping with the next, until Kafka suddenly clapped his hands once, the sharp sound cracking through the panic.
"That's enough." His tone was firm, cutting through the tension. "Enough illusions and delusions for one day."
Everyone froze, eyes snapping to him, as he folded his arms, brow furrowing in irritation.
"I've heard enough wild theories to last me a lifetime. If we're going to clear this nonsense up, then let's do it properly." He sighed, shaking his head. "It's about time I set the record straight, and clear my good name."
"Oh, you have a good name now?" Camilla arched an eyebrow.
