Despite going to bed, Zaen kept twisting and turning, unable to catch even a wink of sleep. Last night he was so tired he fell asleep like a log, yet was forced awake for the training.
Now that he was back in the comfort of his home, his stubborn mind refused to switch off. Just then, he felt something and summoned the stick from his inventory.
The room illuminated instantly, and so he found someone standing at the foot of his bed.
"Who is it?" he asked, gripping the stick tighter.
From the corner of his vision, he noticed the door wasn't ajar. The person had entered the room through the window.
Third-floor window? Who the heck—
"So you already forgot about me?" the woman asked, tilting her head. "Is it because of that woman?"
"Hina?"
Zaen didn't have to see her face to know she was mad. Her yandere tendencies had overtaken the rational part of her mind.
"Oh, so you do remember me?" Hina scoffed, inching closer to him. "You remembered me, but forgot about us?"
