"JAAAVVVVIIIIEEERRRRRRR!!!"
Ah... crap... that voice.
Javier ran in the opposite direction as fast as he could.
Gihhhh! If Mother catches me, I'm going to be in huge trouble!
Just as he was about to turn into the left hall, a hand grabbed his collar from behind.
"Eeppp! M-Motherrr!"
"Where do you think you're going, young man? Hmm?"
Javier slowly turned and saw Francesca's sweet but terrifying smile.
"Errr..." He averted his eyes, staring at the floor, the ceiling, the wall—anywhere but her face. "Outside?" he said with a sheepish smile, trying to look innocent. "Ehehehe..."
Francesca dragged him by the collar, her grip firm as she marched him down the hallway. "You're not going anywhere!"
"Eeekkk! Mother! Have mercy!" Javier begged, waving his hands in a useless attempt to get free.
Liana, standing at a distance, let out a weary exhale before following them from behind.
