Inside the narrow corridor, the sound of black short heels continually and rhythmically tapped on the ground. The red-haired girl hummed a tune cheerfully, a skeletal-print pistol spinning around her fingertips before settling on her wrist.
"Yesterday, Tifa rushed onto the stage, stammering and unable to say a word clearly. Did she forget to even review the script once?"
"Chiyu Witch, indeed, she performed exactly like her character, playing herself."
"Ruebena is in real trouble, defying that director. I've heard she's notoriously eccentric in the industry."
"What are you chatting about, so happily?" March squinted with a smile as she spoke.
The sudden voice startled the two staff members, who straightened up and looked toward the smiling red-haired girl.
"Director March, no… nothing. We were just, just passing by. What a coincidence. Where are you headed?"
