"Okay, the situation is definitely worse than I expected." Sheva sighed when he saw the dilapidated atmosphere in front of him. "I swear, I have already told you guys that this is something you should expect, right? Why is it that when reality hits you hard, you are going down so quickly?" He asked, sipping the apple juice at the table.
It was the night after the fourth round was over, and once again, they all gathered at the same Chinese restaurant they usually went to. However, unlike the last couple of days, there was no cheer or laughter here, just a suffocating depression lingering in the air.
"Here, on the house." The Chinese old man, who was also the owner of the restaurant, suddenly brought a tray with so many cups of pudding in it. "This is something that my Ma always made when we had a bad day. A consolation food, if you can say."
