The beginning was so small and ordinary, very unremarkable at the time, that he had barely registered it.
During the mandatory military training, Violet kept sending Ashrik messages during her free time. All of them carried complaints.
[Annoying Sister: I'm dying! (TwT) Help meeee]
[Annoying Sister: Why do we need to stand under the sun for HOURS? We're not grilled fish!]
[Annoying Sister: Our instructor is a demon! A DEMON!]
Ashrik chuckled every time his phone buzzed with Violet's dramatic texts, imagining her pouting and shaking her head while typing. He responded the way any older brother would.
Reminding herself that she wouldn't die yet, telling her not to disgrace the grilled dish and asking her if she was sure the instructor was a demon compared to a certain someone?
More than two weeks passed.
