Morning.
The dawn of another day.
The events of [Act 4 – Chapter 2: Placed Chaos in the Dungeons] and [Stacia Route – Crimson Curtain] had wrapped up earlier than expected, leaving me with something I hadn't enjoyed in a long while—time.
Time to think.
Time to plan.
I sat at the small wooden table by my bed, the surface bare save for the faint scratches from my restless nights.
Reaching into the drawer, I retrieved the leather-bound book I kept hidden away.
My diary. My secret
Written in the language of my previous world, its pages were nothing more than gibberish to anyone else, but to me, they were survival itself.
Of course, that didn't make the curious gazes from the girls any less annoying—especially when they pressed with their endless questions.
Dodging them was becoming a skill in itself.
I flipped open the book, eyes scanning the list of events that had yet to come.
[Act 4 – Chapter 3: The One Beyond]
[Act 4 – Chapter 4: The Demon's Deceit]
